by Ulyss Rubey
As I begin to compose a small strange
black bug crawls across my screen.
I move the mouse quicky, catching
the bug with my arrow. I click. The
creature falls from my monitor, lands
on the escape key, rolls over and
off into the dark crevices of my
keyboard, to no doubt be mired forever
in a quagmire of dirt, coffee, beer,
coke, cigar ashes, and tears from
reading the poems of pathetic.org.
Or, perhaps, it is all a plan, and he is assembling
an army that will, at some opportune moment,
when I have let my guard down, attack
my fingers, burrow beneath my nails
and plant some incurable highly contagious
virus that I will spread throughout
the civilized world.
Author's Note: False alarm. Since I finished writing this I see that he has crawled out is now sitting quite calmly on the escape key cleaning his legs and antenna. We are now trying to stare each other down. Good night.
Posted on 06/08/2004
Copyright © 2021 Ulyss Rubey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/08/04 at 04:15 PM|
No shortage of imagination in this poem. He he...what was in those cigars you were smoking???
|Posted by JD Clay on 06/09/04 at 01:55 PM|
Great read, Ulyss. Smooth and creative with a change of pace and a splash of whimsey thrown in for good measure. So glad it didn't end with the traditional -SPLAT!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/04/13 at 03:38 AM|
Good humor here, some fine bug tension, a gentle jab at the pathetic poems - this is a good package. Thanks!