POETRY SLAM NO.1
Let's Blow Up
the World!
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POETRY SLAM NO.1
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Six poems in the key of disgust:
humming, glowing, shrieking, whining,
boring, boring, boring
a hole in my head
where my thoughts once were,
my mind once was
i once was
just myself
just alone
no shrieking
or humming
or whining
just me
all alone
like the rest of all humans
who did things themselves
who lifted their cups
and lifted their spears
and lived their own lives
without shrieking or humming or whining
or pressing any buttons
or clicking with the mouse
or finding their minds attached to machines
dominated by the whirr of a fan
the characters on a screen
music and sit-coms and newscasts and all that horrible
horrible, horrible, horrible nonsense
pervading their minds
my mind
your mind
until there are no more minds
just dependence
addiction
a hopeless wasteland
of glowing, shrieking, humming, whining screens
running and running and running
and running and running
as the world turns around
and around and around
even though no one will be able to move
or find the switch
to turn on their minds
or turn off their monsters>
i am pondering
the sound of the crickets
passing cars
wind in the trees
clicking sprinklers
squeaking doors
i am pondering
the sound of the night
this night
the way it is now
when people are here
and they make noise
and take it away
the hum of the flies
replaced
by the hum of the airplanes
flying overhead to another night
like this
where humans are
meanwhile the frogs croak
bats fly between the treetops
snapping turtles lay their eggs
by the roadside
that cuts through their home
this night
just as it has for many nights
since people came
i wish
thinks the night
these people would go away
this night
and leave
this night
alone
who's calling?
i ask
it's god,
god says
oh, i say
so what's the deal?
what deal?
what's going on here?
oh, that?
yes, what's going on down here?
on the planet i made?
yes, god, where else?
oh, my, i almost forgot
forgot the planet?
yes, yes, i was on my way to the kitchen when
you forgot the planet?
well, not exactly
somebody called me away
it wasn't me
no, it wasn't, though i just called you
god, why'd you call me?
i had something to tell you
oh
what i wanted to say, what i wanted everyone to know is
yes?
just a minute
god, this is important
no, tell them just a minute
just a minute what?
just a minute and i'll finish what i started
on this planet?
yes, down there, yes
in a minute?
well, yes
and how long is a minute, cosmically speaking?
how should i know?
so you'll be a minute?
yes, as i said
and what is the reason for this delay?
oh, never mind
no, what is it?
well, i have to finish this game of solitaire actually
you're joking, right?
i'm god
and god doesn't joke?
no
you're telling me you're too busy playing solitaire to play god?
no, i'm just busy
with solitaire
right
you know, couldn't you drop by and say hello?
i have to finish this
no, you have to come down here and help out
help?
what could i possibly do to help?
we have some problems
like what?
oh, starvation, war, degradation, fascism, that sort of thing
and?
and shouldn't you do something?
small potatoes
excuse me?
small potatoes, big deal
it's like when you make a clay pot and while you're working
the sides of the pot kind of get warped
if you make the sides too thin, that is
but eventually you can fix it, and the pot's ok
so the earth isn't screwed up enough yet?
no
so you're going to play solitaire?
that's what i said
now go on and hang up so i can play
and tell everyone just a minute?
just a minute
exactly
i think you've got it
i hope you understand
this game is really important to me
i've been trying to win it for days and days now
will a minute more help?
you never know
you never know
you never know
if i were a misogynist
i'd really hate women
but i'm not.
in fact,
i think women are equal to men
or they should be.
i mean
it's ok for a woman to work in an office.
anyone can do paperwork.
no big deal.
really, i mean it.
i don't see why it matters.
that's why it makes me so mad
when they want special treatment.
they complain all the time
all the time
all the time.
about how it's so cold in the summer
with the air conditioning.
now i feel fine
and if it were any cooler, i'd be getting baked
in this heavy suit.
meanwhile she's in this business suit
pastel business suit
with a skirt
and little high heeled shoes
and stockings
complaining that's she's cold.
well that's the way things are, lady
you work in an office, you adapt
so shut up,
i say.
then they whine about their shoes
and their children
and how they have to take care of everything
and it pisses me off
because i don't whine about that
and i have kids
and a wife
who takes care of everything.
slam bam thank you man
am i what you think i am
am i who you thought i was
i'm just asking you because
i'd really really like to know
tell me what you think is so
do you like successful girls
if you do, give me a whirl
i try my best to do what's right
i try and try to be alike
so am i what you think i am
or thought i was
or whatever
i hope so
because this pose is getting old
and i' m stiff
and tired
and want to lie down
take these stupid stocking offs
get naked
and sleep
and sleep
and sleep
and dream about my world
and do what i want to do
and get the hell out of this rat race
stop smiling
to hell with smiling
and nodding
saying yes
and please
thank you
you're welcome
excuse me
hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
goodbye
see you later
i'm dreaming right now
far, far, far away
and i am what
i am am am
give me one more smiling grinning nodding yes
and i'll smash you're head in
i swear i will
because you
don't
know
me
and
you
are
posing
and
it
makes
me mad
that
i
am
here
on this planet
with all these other people
who block my windshield
and run under my tires
and fuck around with my brakes
so i can't do anything
without asking somebody
help me
please
excuse me
get the hell out of my way
and wipe that smile off your face
just fucking do it
don't nod
read my mind
be my servant
and pretend
just for a second
that you don't exist
i'll believe it
if you do
and then i'll kill you anyway
All poems ©1997. By Wendy Darling.
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