Monday, August 14, 2006
Next up, on Poetry Central.
---> Worming an Apple
First hint of inspiration in Smith's Lit class, the poem titled "The Addict" giving me mental images of someone trying to rip out the addiction with a knife while ignoring the screams of the person.
Thinks of Knife. Randomly thinks of Apple. Then a Worm in the Apple. Knife, Worm, Apple...get rid of the Worm from the Apple by using the Knife!
And hence, this was born.
Worming an Apple
It's in there, sneaky little -shit-
Bastard, conniving menace
Skulking stealthily, burrowing
Still deeper, inside pristine red sheen
Covering an unmarked prize.
We stare at the tiny hole -unseen-
Spy's entrance tunnel, infecting
Destroying value of tasty treat---the stomach roils
At the gruesome thought, of gleeful worm
Wantonly wiggling in evil glee.
Strong the temptation to discard, yet hunger -greed-
Marks one still clearer, a singular goal
To satisfy a thirst---not to waste
The commandeered apple, richly endowed
Hope for the starving vultures.
Revulsion claws deep, tempestuous thoughts of -damnations-
Little invader, waging war
Within private property---indignation rises
Like the wave of bile up the gullet
Suppressed, but there, determined.
Only one way to it, a solution -yeehaw!-
Proposed by loyal hawks, simple
Logical response---root out the insurgent!
Sharp blade sought like a deadly hound
Search and destroy, the only way
The terrorist must die.
Dig, carve, slash and ferret -where?!-
Out nothing thus far, still
So close yet so far---a deadly dance
Just barely touching, nipping the edges
Yet still a step behind.
Frustration runs deep, juices -argh!-
Draining away uselessly, wasted
On a futile chase---time to slow down
Seek, but carefully
We'll get them this time.
There! A final thrust -die!-
Expertly delivered, deathblow
To a vital area---is it dead?
Seems so, now to haul 'im out
We've got much to do.
Stares at apple, stares at corpse -hmm-
Tiny worm looks so small, insignificant
And now to eat the apple---oh no!
Nothing left, juices dry
Stripped and battered
An Apple Apocalypse.
========================================================
Amusing little allegory. Fun enough to take at face value. But what are the deeper allusions? The "Apple Apocalypse" was a completely random idea! I was like, hey, alliteration! And that was that.
Hint: it's related to war. *cough*
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---> Worming an Apple
First hint of inspiration in Smith's Lit class, the poem titled "The Addict" giving me mental images of someone trying to rip out the addiction with a knife while ignoring the screams of the person.
Thinks of Knife. Randomly thinks of Apple. Then a Worm in the Apple. Knife, Worm, Apple...get rid of the Worm from the Apple by using the Knife!
And hence, this was born.
Worming an Apple
It's in there, sneaky little -shit-
Bastard, conniving menace
Skulking stealthily, burrowing
Still deeper, inside pristine red sheen
Covering an unmarked prize.
We stare at the tiny hole -unseen-
Spy's entrance tunnel, infecting
Destroying value of tasty treat---the stomach roils
At the gruesome thought, of gleeful worm
Wantonly wiggling in evil glee.
Strong the temptation to discard, yet hunger -greed-
Marks one still clearer, a singular goal
To satisfy a thirst---not to waste
The commandeered apple, richly endowed
Hope for the starving vultures.
Revulsion claws deep, tempestuous thoughts of -damnations-
Little invader, waging war
Within private property---indignation rises
Like the wave of bile up the gullet
Suppressed, but there, determined.
Only one way to it, a solution -yeehaw!-
Proposed by loyal hawks, simple
Logical response---root out the insurgent!
Sharp blade sought like a deadly hound
Search and destroy, the only way
The terrorist must die.
Dig, carve, slash and ferret -where?!-
Out nothing thus far, still
So close yet so far---a deadly dance
Just barely touching, nipping the edges
Yet still a step behind.
Frustration runs deep, juices -argh!-
Draining away uselessly, wasted
On a futile chase---time to slow down
Seek, but carefully
We'll get them this time.
There! A final thrust -die!-
Expertly delivered, deathblow
To a vital area---is it dead?
Seems so, now to haul 'im out
We've got much to do.
Stares at apple, stares at corpse -hmm-
Tiny worm looks so small, insignificant
And now to eat the apple---oh no!
Nothing left, juices dry
Stripped and battered
An Apple Apocalypse.
========================================================
Amusing little allegory. Fun enough to take at face value. But what are the deeper allusions? The "Apple Apocalypse" was a completely random idea! I was like, hey, alliteration! And that was that.
Hint: it's related to war. *cough*
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