Slab III

The storyteller sits down

Squats and begins

Everyone listen to the tale

Rumbles from below and

Dirt pushes outward

The earth shakes violently

And the Evil is released

His giant head rises to the sky

Eyeless, he weaves back and forth

Tail is neck and neck is tail

The Evil's gaping mouth opens

and a vomitous belch

dirties the land with maggots,

Intestines, rats, filth, and

Blood.

Darkness encases the hamlet below

Its' residents sleep and

dream of their quasi-happy

pseudo-existences

Blood pours down from the mountain

It fills the streets

The families awake, see

Their new river of blood

And blame the neighbors

Heroes of power and force

Are called.

The Evil on the mountain,

It must be destroyed,

stopped, shut down.

With their assembled forces gathered

They send the mightiest warrior

To do battle and to vanquish evil

For he is the one with the power

He confronts the evil,

standing there bravely

and speaks,

"Martin Harding, Attorney at Law."

The Evil rocks back in its

Ever Widening Hole in the Ground

Smashing quickly down in the earth

The Evil's mouth swallows

The Hero Of Power,

his briefcase,

and a court reporter.

He comes back to the fire

And reports in to me

I need to know

If they understood

But they didn't

No of course they didn't

They thought it could be a movie

Once again I close my eyes

Place my hand inside the fire

My peers are called the

TV Generation

So why do I want to kill it?

It's the beautiful square box

Serving all your needs

Want some entertainment? Channel 22

Need a babysitter? Channel 17

What about fake jewelry? Channel 45

A new house? 23

Wife? Kids? Philsophy?

It's all there just waiting

Take hold of the remote

As it takes hold of you

But that's only one of a thousand

Struggles I've got going

I've got my army of warriors

And I'm molding minds daily

But it's not enough to shake the psycho

Tubing runs by my head

It's always there

From within a heat resonates

And I conclude the owners

are shipping live fetuses

The sad thing is, I don't care.

I'm more interested in the plural.

Could it be changed to

fetii?

A few days ago I was in

the Forest

Safe within the dark

I was surrounded by friends

But then I stepped out

Got lured by a guilt trap

Near the stream

If only I never needed water

Everytime I hear that voice

See the image

I've got my own thoughts

Room Circle Drag

Standing outside, trenchcoat

Open loosely, Shotgun

concealed within, Did that

one look at me?

I'm not unstable

And if you tell me otherwise

I'll shoot you.

It's been such a long era

Since that era

I feel better now

Got some time to eat

my dinner.

That man with the accent is right.

I am a super-genius.

He sits next to the chair

Glances over with large open eyes

And in his big empty head

Thinks about Roman numerals

The chair flies off the ground

Smashes him down onto the floor

Then into his eye with a leg

Through and through

The chair smiles, delighted

with the good work

Another comes in and takes a seat

The boy's inner workings

Pop

With an audible crunch

I shriek out in fury then

Pain. The anger at losing

Sleep followed secondarily

By losing a finger. Who

Who Who shall I sue?

The girl stares blankly at me

Her thoughts can't be guessed

So I smash her face to pieces

And go to sleep

Yesterday was the day your world

Died.

You saw it coming so far away

But never expected the crash.

Sure pick up that rotarian rotary

The heavy dark device

Make it your weapon of choice

Cut someone's heart out

Miles away

Send something my way again

Not because I need it

But just because I like it

Sure, I'd be the first to admit

Ghosts from the past

Are fun to visit.

But enough of that talk

Inside my throat there are words

They'd like to rise and meet you

Someone long ago scared them into

Hiding there

So you'll have to be content

With nothing

The words are playing within my throat

On a mucus slide, happily,

Perhaps some gas will burst

And send the words out

Till then, just breathe.