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CHRONIC LARCENIST
(3rd entry into Migraine Poetry Contest)
Even when you know the alarm code,
your mired brain feeds sluggish fingers.
Alarm specialists take their turn through the revolving door,
for defenses breached is commonplace.
To catch a thief as slippery smooth as this one
is a herculean feat to be sure
Weapons effective yesterday
may not triumph tomorrow.
This criminal does not always use the same MO
No, your debilitation buttons easily accessible to him;
More expert at keeping you on your back than on your toes.
Even having secured all entrances with beefed-up reinforcements,
you can be certain there is an overlooked pathway or crevice.
Safe are your jewels, electronics and knick knacks.
This shoplifter has particular tastes;
Such as your time at work, with your family, and the most valuable,
time to yourself.
You are now spending that time in seclusion.
That is, when you are not running to the pharmacy
the neurologist, the family doctor’s office, the radiologist
or the countless other errands whose
“stop” and “pause” buttons are now are out-of-order.
Yes, this pirate will ruin your sick day too.
Creature comforts are now torture devices.
No more reading, no more movies, no nice long walks or jogs.
And the booty of your vacations is not immune.
He’s a pickpocket of relationships too.
Especially the ignorant and the rookies,
looking so perplexed at your continuing discomfort,
as you grow more tired of the struggle in direct proportion
to the countless explanations of the differences
between a headache and a migraine.
There is no out-of-bounds
no olly olly oxen free and no safe at home.
Only the crossing of your fingers, the fervent prayers,
Or any other ritualistic activity done in the desperate hope
that the current elixir will cage the beast this time,
at least until the next encounter with the Chronic Larcenist.
