Slam/Poetry

Slammed into a wall made up of what’s wrong with me --
Its hard laid surface built to last, mortared with my bilious shit,
Chronicles of sordid failure graffitied ‘cross each brick.
How could I contrive to turn my back to it,
Hope it wouldn’t come looming long behind me?
Then, of course, still worse, she’d find me.
Thus, I faced it…to embrace it, to confess.
Cowering at the cold base of my daunting edifice,
I wept there, held its mean truths tightly to my breast.
(Knowing that they fit me made them softer when they hit me.)
Baiting, then abating,
Gathering, there, for her to see me…
As if to burst I crouched, daring her to flee me.
Wouldn’t I? And, so, I left.

It’s said music begins to atrophy
As it strays, turned way from the dance.
And, likewise, the fair rhyme of poesy dies
When torn from its song, dear romance.
But if memory’s vessels be heartstrings immortal,
Will serve as a vase to protect,
Pain’s veil won't diminish my love’s gorgeous image
Or rapt, sweetly cast spells’ effect.

...out of the worm-hole, into the fire!

Dear The Worm:
I recently download an addictive game app for my iphone, "Vampires Live". After frittering away hours and hours, I have become extremely depressed, a state I attribute directly to this mindless game. My girlfriend suggested that television is analogous: it is temporarily diverting but ultimately one has nothing to show for it. I took offense; I love TV! Why not make the same complaint about a book? Help me respond to this vicious censure of one of my favorite activities. (I deleted the iPhone app.)

signed,

anonymous tv humper.


The Worm sez: Relationships – those of a romantic nature, most especially -- are temporarily diverting, but ultimately one has nothing to show for them. Television entertainment, on the other hand, is our lifeblood. When your girlfriend denigrates tv, she is engaging in what network psychologists refer to as “pastime vampirism.” Her offensive suggestions sap your recreational potentiality while simultaneously feeding her need to be amused. This pattern, if left unchecked, will eventually result in her spending countless hours on the couch watching you, enjoying microwaved snacks, and laughing uproariously while you sit slack-jawed, catatonic, and utterly without amusement, an empty shell of a man. My advice: lose the girlfriend and pick yourself up a TiVo.

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So sayeth The Worm.