Pumpkin Soup Again

Damn, and double Ouchie, !! Dear readers, this is the best I can do today, re-post an old poem, from the last time I had an occipital neuralgia flare up. My world is blurry, my eyes are sore, and my brain is going to explode… soon. Sorry this is all too hard for me….

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

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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