party in the name of the lord

my headache clings to me
like film wrap
and turns me into a figure of knots
ripping bass-string arteries
leaking battery acid behind me

street light disco lights spin
silver threads on the canopies

my headache forgets yesterday
and drops bullets
into the sockets of my eyes

there’s a taxi speeding
through one ear and out the other
laying down the horn
and charging me for
everything I have