My mind exhausted

My mind exhausted
from thinking about you,
like someone cracked an egg on
the top of my head,
yolk and white seep into my hair.
cracked eggshell ooze
drips over my forehead, over my eyes,
distorting my vision.
contorting contours of
buildings downtown
sounds like a hundred
street musicians, one for every corner,
playing Miles Davis to the wind...

The crowds move from corner to corner,
like tune-junkies, looking for
familiar fixtures in blue

a hundred thousand ghosts
haunting my chest
pounding to get out;
only after the quick
and painful

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