headache

nobody ever told me about this head ache i have now. did anybody know? i did not, if you ask me for the truth. i do not usually lie, even casually so. when i bend down to pick up that book by jung in that book shop crowded with books, rare finds at cheap rates - i feel as if a heavy iron ball is moving up my head. it hurts. also the weak fibres in my faded very old jeans tear. thank god yellow checks. thank god boxers. even the rare find like the old browned penguin ferlinghetti, corso, ginsberg book doesn't help me feel better and out of the head ache. it still hurts. duh! duh-itty-duh! strange parallels found - between the picture of the tin with a girl holding the can with the picture of the girl holding the can with the picture of the girl holding the can (yeah, get the picture?) in 'i am a strange loop', d.h and that ferlinghetti poem for allen ginsberg where ferlinghetti says a.g looks like the bearded old man on a quaker oats box holding a quaker oats box having the picture of the bearded old man holding a quaker oats box having the picture of the bearded old man holding a (yeah, get the picture?) amazing coincidence noticed within a span of 10 - 15 minutes, thrilled, still the head hurts. ferlinghetti in one poem (underwear) makes fun of dylan thomas - 'do not go naked into that good night' he says - parodying d.t's villanelle - thrilled again to notice this, but the head still aches. should have eaten last night. duh! duh-itty-duh! nobody warned me about this head ache. monday is a big day. almost all monday's are big blue days. duh! duh-itty-duh! the night is young. have seen all and more like this. but it always and still hurts!