Cabeza

A distant uncomfortableness
flies into headlong rage
at the temples and further
down into the spine holding
the head does not ease
but comforts
in the sense
of doing something
instead of just waiting
for a change

driving home every flash
every glint of chrome
sparks new flame
along the scalp
speeding through familiar
roads where new flaws
jar and shake
to a room darkened
and cool waiting
to pass away