The dragon in my skull

is breathing too hard

and making my eyesight

blur, seem distant and the claw

from the left foot is tapping out

Jazz moves in time to Beiderbecke

as the heat from its nostril

clouds over my right eye,

steam punk future,

one electronic eye patch

covered in soot and dragon grime, as Buddy Rich

smashes out hits

against my temple

the headache in perfect drum beast time.

 

The right eye,

never the same since the day