Present and Accounted For

i am not a savant
but an idiot for
sure for what
some would
say was a
god made

gift but

the word
"gift" in German
translates to the
word "poison" so
let me wake to take
another dose that will

eventually carry over in
to my sleep where the
soundtrack seems to
never end or praise
be to god for this
elevator door to

never open

so that
the continu
ous muzak may
fill my head at every 
chosen not my choice
moment with these words

i but not

me write but possibly it
might be  did i hear a
tritone   i must go to
the cross road and
try to tune in to it
not forgetting

that this is a gift
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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