Sunk

Sunk

Well it’s been so many

That if time had threading

I’d twist it like a rag in my clenched fists wringing

The black hole spinning

The first one runs blink once I’m swinging

Threw a stick in the mud

Sunk

Still sick same itch same bug

Sunk

No warning from me

I’m building under

Unvaried to behold for I don’t shift nor shudder

No tracks betray me

Accelerating

There’s not even a crack in the shroud though

Black Hole Benny

Pack up blast off

Black Hole Benny

Pack up blast off back already

What grows around me

Which shows no puncture

Which goads me upward

Yet holds me under

What voice surrounds me

Like droning thunder

Which never ceases

And leaves no comfort

The shroud expanding

The formless hunter

Which calls me captive

Sometimes I wonder

Black Hole Benny

Pack up blast off

Black Hole Benny

Pack up blast off dap god

Black Hole Benny

Pack up blast off back already

The finished sight

No guiding light

Don’t freak out when the grey, slow day’s long

No stack so heavy

That’s Black Hole Benny

He’s just about to rip through to the other side

Black cloud separator

Decoy

It’s not Black Hole Benny

Left foot in the mist

Kick

Right foot still pushing off what didn’t exist

Sunk

S-U-N-K

Sunk