Hrungh

Hrungh is not really a word
to my knowledge
which is more than acceptable.
However, it is the only word
that might describe this night
that has yet to draw to a close
that will end in glorious anti-climax.

I inhaled and I swallowed fire
only to breathe out a ghostly wisp
singular spirit on a lonely breeze.
I swallowed a river of amnesia
only to find joy that can no longer be
for in the morning I must forget.
Now writing in mindless drunken stoned sickness of ego
deserving no sympathy lest you fall to Hrungh as well

Hrungh is high and drunk
Hrungh is how I exist in this moment
Hrungh will always exist
Hrungh is such a stupid fucking word.