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i make the Bug Man Robert
by Charlie Morgana note of life, a bowl of akin objects
slows the tick of the clock, i wait.
an arresting scribble of: The Bug Man
is a tall order: Kafka's Metamorphosis
becomes a cousin-playmate to The Bug Man.
horrified, i find my shell, quickly rush
inside it's cacoon of fearful inner beliefs.
The Bug Man; a procavator of my under-bed,
holding in all the monsters and goblins
set loose in the world to eat 5yr. olds.
then i see Robert, jostling-up the drive.
spray-pump in hand; aiming to be a slayer
of species that are the carpets of existence.
i keep my 5yr. old handy; i may need directions
to the next step of my fantastic voyage of life;
09/05/2008 Posted on 09/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/05/08 at 11:31 PM "I keep my 5-yr old handy" - love it, and the Bug Man. Most of all - these lines "horrified, i find my shell, quickly rush inside it's cacoon of fearful inner beliefs."
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| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 09/08/08 at 06:57 PM chaz -- this really brings old Kafka into the light of life before he scurries for cover -- fearful ruminations on irreversible becoming -- youth and fearlessness -- and a trailing semicolon reminding us of life's unfinished nature...astounding stuff, my man. |
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