Poem: Mdfk

 

Mdfk

 

the <<<bong>>> of the clock had eternity on its tongue,

god in the tones of its chimes.

still, it was my headache that reigned omnipotent.

black holes in the temples of duty and inspiration.

black holes that sucked on light to throb.

 

 

there would be no bypass

of the freudian duress that gorged on sound.

ixnay on the anodynes, 

the aceta-ibu-mino-prophetic-fen.

when a murdered ghost saddles a host

to claim all ears, force its fury,

and possess an otherwise static mouth,

 

it was like this.

 

no exit

from the Snuffleupagus

and what it represented from a congested childhood.

the betrayals still hard to believe,

never wanted to be thought of again

and again and again,

let alone to dominate every sensation

and block the doors.

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