Ventricular Glug (inspired)

by waxnwings

Yesterday I posted a song – Ghostpoet – Meltdown – which, by time of posting, I had listened to four times already and probably seven times by the time I arrived home just before 9pm.
Actually, just after 9pm. The bus got stuck behind a stray cow.
Anyway, I found myself inspired by the title I wrote. Yes, narcissistic bastard. But You never know where it’s going to come from.

I once found inspiration in a rotting seagull carcass I found on the way to the gym, just before 6pm.
So there.

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Ventricular Glug

Got a ventricular Glug
going, ongoing
again,
visceral
involuntary atrium’s pumping
over memories, over
only had- been’s
and
illusions that had
lived in Assemblage
~ a couplet, and
cannot exist
reduced to its parts…

ventricular glug

But
Jam still
swells veins,
in one part, at least,
Jam sweetened  by ventricular
glugs ~ thick like
dumb mud,
dumbed
by
Illusions
of Assemblage
in bliss ~ memories of bliss
And never knowing
that the only
constant, is
Change.

And change
does not care. For
your ventricular glugs.
Or your sentimental attempts.
To relive Blissful
Illusions.

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