The Underground Man
To: Colinsign
my Silence Roars in your head,
it always sits there, lurking
anticipating, converging - there
in that compartment which you refuse to look in.
-that little itch behind your ear
-that quaint little pit ducked down
beneath the wrecked shipyard
(behind your gall bladder)
sometimes it just sits and quietly waits,
other times, it creeps up like a preying
Cobra, waiting, lurking, getting ready to plunge
then bite.
-tum, 1/22/06
Snakes, Snakes, Snakes… Snakes have a way of lying there,
very still, beautiful even - but get too close, let your guard down,
and pay the consequences.
Oh, I’m rambling, rambling - maybe I respond in kind. Maybe you’re a
metaphorical snake…no…no…I mean Symbolic Snake - Satan himself!
Am I being melodramatic? Do I mean this as an insult? Would I degrade
myself down to insults? I would be a fool to do so! No you little bastard,
you affect me. You affect me by infecting me with your crookedness. I’m
strong though… Don’t get me wrong, I’m strong. I string together
marvelous nonsense as well Colin, haven’t you noticed? Here take this
and wallow in your grandeur, (written in response to, I’m sure you can
figure it out).
Poetic Onslaught
Ahh! There it goes! There it goes!
The heart’s beating again! Beat!Beat!
Goddamn the distance! The black between Stars!
Her nose between her eyes! Goddamn the Distance!
She dances upon my scrunched up organ like a construction
worker thrusting open cement on a sledgehammer!
Telephone lines on telephone poles, stretch through
planes of wheat, grass, vacant meadows, the distance!
The distance between here to there, the black
between the stars, the distance between, them
and you, the nose between her eyes, The distance!
The distance! Goddamn the Distance! Beat!Beat!
Wretched heart! Beat on, the distance! between each beat!
The distance! The Goddamn Distance! Between me and you,
this screen and me shaking in my chair! Goddamn man! Goddamn!
The distance between my future and your past! The distance!
Between Youth and Age! Plethora of myopic ants! The distance
between her and me! Got to run, got to run! The distance
between you and your past, the distance between you and your future,
the distance between life and death, the distance between love and sex,
the distance between cock and cunt, the distance between genius and villainy,
the distance between art and absurdity, the distance between you and YOUR FUCKING T.V.!
Lascivious entrenchments of war-like villainy—your holy fucking litany…
Yea, you heard right—I’m talkin to you, punk.
