Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Button

There is a fungus which attacks tarantulas.
It lodges in their nervous system.
It directs them to build a special burrow
Where the tarantula dies
And the fungus grows, bursting up through the ground
Emerging from the tarantula's exploded body.

I saw the button on the table before me
And I pushed it, and an oak tree bloomed in my mind.
I pushed it again, and grimaced.
I collapsed to the ground.
I pushed it again,
and screamed.
The pain
lasted
forever.
And I pushed it again.
And the pain returned.
And I screamed.
And I writhed.
And I noticed that the oak tree was really a fungus.
And I pushed the button again.
And I screamed,
And pushed
And screamed.

2 comments:

beckett said...

wow.
that's frightening.

more morphine please.

vacuous said...

Comment left 2/17/07:

Reading this poem now gives me goosebumps. The hackles on the back of my neck want to rise.