Head’s falling like an unpinned grenade.
Soon ready to explode.
Burying shrapnel pieces in corners of shade.
Scattered like broken retina globes.
Razor blades shredding memory lockets.
Slivered icicles inside blurry sockets.
Needles of pain.
Sheets of sleet before the rain.
Bloodied eyeball tracks like meteor trails.
And the pain-numbing capsules do fail.
Oh please, blindly needing to set sail.
Upon swirling Oceans, like Homer’s tales.
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A true pleasure seeing your fantastic work on SMM again, Ivor! You rock horror poetry. Thank you very much
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Yes, my pumpkin soup mind has been splashed and bashed all-over with rum & coke. !!
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Rum, Coke, and pumpkin soup! No better way to heaven.
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Exceptional and potent work. Pain so intense that eyeballs hurt! I always enjoy the imagery in your poems, Ivor. The monsters give you a group hug. xo
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