Eye Poke 

Before the tears begin

I hold it all within—

Sitting here,

Letting it just roll.

 

Roll, roll, roll.

 

Roll like the motion in the ocean,

Waves that don’t save,

Rolling like a ball down the alley.

 

Poke, poke, poke.

 

Please stop the pour of the roll.

 

Poke the broke.

Poke the folk that made you choke.

 

You spoke.

I choke.

 

Roll, roll, roll.

Poke, poke, poke—

 

I poke my eyes but can’t seem to plug the flow.

 

Swollen lids hang from the bang—

But where’s the yang?

Am I misaligned,

Or am I broken?

 

Is it a damaged plug,

Or just the damage

That can’t seem to plug?

 

Poke, poke, poke.

 

Trying to process—

I press,

then express.

Press again.

Still a mess.

I confess.

 

The distress

of my stress.

 

Please—

distress the stress

of the mess.

 

I’m blessed…

Poking so hard but they don’t budge.

Swollen as fuck.

Lids puffed—damn, that’s tough.

 

Enough rebuff.

 

Is it stress-induced,

Or is it self-induced?

 

The pain to the brain,

The crane to my brain—

 

But drain—

It intensifies.

 

When will it stop, I ask?

I smile—

But still, the roll won’t end.

 

Is this how it feels when I’m replaced?

My smile erased,

Emotions misplaced?

 

I don’t want to roll.

Please stop.

 

When will the roll, roll, roll

Stop, stop, stop?

 

I want euphoria…

But is this epiphora?

Oww—the cornea.

 

It’s happening—

But what’s causing it?

 

Too many tears,

Too many fears—

Please stop the tears.

 

Poke, poke, poke.

 

They’re draining me,

Draining me away.

 

Lids so heavy—

Where’s the levy?

But I bought the Chevy.

 

Ouch—the eye strain, the after-pain…

 

The drop.

Give me the eye drops.

 

Poke, poke, poke.

Puke.

 

There’s nothing left to drain from this strain

But the pain.

 

While you gain,

I remain

Down the drain—

But no Novocain.

 

That’s insane.

 

silence

 

Drink Hoe!