958 Until 985

tonight
i hear my headphones
plugged in
through
the son of
King Gorm the Old

i write
between the
notes

old music(k)
magick
poetrusic

a new age
phenomena
Mahna Mahna

. . . nah

i’m more
than just that

a prize
to my-self
a prize to you
a commodity

tell the boys
I never die

subliminal messages
everywhere

ticking off
the possibilities
saying
nothing

ŠJ.D.C.IV 2019

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