For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard With Izy ,we are to parody our own poetic style. I have been told that many of my poems are "bleak." I also tend to write quite a bit about having migraines. So, for fun, I wrote a bit of migraine hyperbole (just a bit!)
My head
an overripe melon
strains
against its skin
I'm on my knees
praying
puking
rebuking the gods of PAIN
PAIN
PAIN
Ice pick through my brain
Ice pick through my brain
My eyes recoil
from the burn
of the LIGHT
I'm losing the fight
to retain my sanity
and my humanity
as I crumble to a mass
of retching wretched uselessness
