Drone In The Back of My Mind

Listening to a Scottish guitar play its drone

Wandering through a dark place, lead by its hand

Wondering what comes next

Imagining what might be

Dreaming of a deep deep sleep

Ocular Herpes

A name far worse

Than the disease.

My vision clouds six times daily

And a sting-

Fire to my eyes and vinegar to my nose.

Nuclear water

Drains down the pipes.

Now through glass,

The world seems smaller,

Almost quaint.

I only hope

That at the end

I keep the perspective,

Leave the pain.

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There's nothing terribly introspective about this. Quite the opposite in fact. In Russia, I got ocular herpes somehow. Too much unprotected eye sex maybe. Or perhaps the metro. In any case, I had a really awful routine. Every morning, I had to flush my eyes with some kind of liquid that looked like yellow hilighter had been soaking in. Then, eye drops. Wait 5 minutes. More eye drops. Wait 5 minutes. Manually RUB cream into my eyes. Repeat 6 times daily for 4 weeks.