Simply Not There

like the flailing stranger
in the corner of the eye
irritating; never in plain view,
no matter which way the lumpy head turns;
strain your eyeballs in their sockets,
rolling, rOlLiNg…
about to unplug,
the mind;
a liquid, misty sensation
sloshing in the antechamber of your skull;
freezing solid,
clinging to the ceiling
at last.

my words
are simply not there.