Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
the Master drinks
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
the Master thinks
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
the Master changes the ribbon
His fingers stained black and red
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
words appear across the page
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
Despair, Anger, Rage
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
a cigarette burns between yellow teeth
ashes fall onto his lap
sweat drips from his brow
Click. Clack.
Click. Clack.
The master Rages against the (typing) machine
Rages against the world
Rages against his own Rage
Rages against the words on the page
he tears yet another masterpiece
from His typewriter,
lays it on the desk,
knocks His drink over,
liquid spills over the words
they bleed into one another
as the sun rises
the vampire will sleep
a fitful sleep of Rage
the poem is complete.
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