Poem: Mdfk

 

Mdfk

 

the bong in the clock had eternity on its tongue,

gods in the tones of its chimes.

still, it was the headache that reigned omnipotent.

black holes in the temples of duty and inspiration.

black holes that sucked light to throb.

 

to implode.

 

there would be no bypass

of the duress that gorged on sound.

ixnay on the anodyne of the opioid and wine.

when a murdered ghost saddled a host,

when it claimed all ears,

and forced its fury

to possess an otherwise static mouth--

 

it was like this.

 

no exit.  the Snuffleupagus

and all it represented from a congested childhood:

the betrayals never believed,

never expected to be thought of again,

let alone to dominate every sensation.

the blocked doors.

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