My head is throbbing

A headache, but what’s worse is

The pain of pressure, 

The pain of failure.
Waking up from a dream where I’m at least

A little more successful that now

Where they’re begging me to work with me

Another world.
Mine is one where I struggle against 

Pressures galore. I’m supposed to get a job, this or that.

But I have a condition where all I can do is work—- on my art.

So I collapse.
I hope Donald Trump doesn’t kill all artists.

I hope his presidency inspires great work.

Now, I have so much reason to be sick for

Let me turn and vomit.