Mad people trying to impress me with the quality of their souls.
Ego-slurry alienated radioactively from the rest of the world
trying to compensate for the meltdown of their lives
by glowing bioluminescently in the dark like the tiny zodiacs
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as usual you are forcing the readers to read your poems..wonderful, , , I may need a few days to visualize all your metaphors. the last line is the balm to the aching hearts, who assume that the grapes are sour..
A great poem. Your use of metaphor is wild and the imagery in the landscape you paint magnificent I've had to read it several times to get a meaning and each time I do so I come to a different conclusion which is what a good poem should do that and make the reader think 10/10 Thanks fro sharing BB : O)