The History of An Eternity-Laura Doom
The History of An Eternity
By Laura Doom
The clock strikes…
hands raised in token defiance
as time lays down its arms
and surrenders me,
deliverance beyond the pale
to the compromised land
of dark and succulent reverie.
In the heat of the moment
a split second explodes
spraying minute details
across the narcoleptic pallor
of rapidly dissolving reason.
A fractured temporal body
hangs itself in celebration
and smiles an eternity
as my life crawls
before my vacant eyes.
I scrutinize its sticky contradictions
with passionate detachment
probing its fissures
while it fellates my lobes
and, like disengaged lovers
we slither the psychopathology
of moral amnesia.
Somewhere in the distant present
a siren screams, drowning
in a puddle of pre-destiny
the irony submerged
beneath ripples of nausea
washing over stagnant secretions.
I am caught between punk rock
and a wall of petrified excrement
perverse hopes and pervasive fears
competing for distinction
in the dead-zone of denial.
In an instant
the vacuum of conflict is reinstated
time raising its arms to fire
semi-automatic rounds of consciousness
that pass comfortably over my head.
I clock myself in…
everything is as it was
a moment ago – or was that yesterday?
I check my pulse…
Copyright C 2007 Laura Doom