Monday, July 26, 2010

As the ancient monsters rise up out of the deep waters and forgotten volcanic craters, shake the dust and slime off their skins, bask in a sun that hasn't touched them for thousands of years, I am compelled to add my bones and bread to the soil that nurtures them. I'd like my DNA to mix with theirs, my nutrients to live in their bones and make them stronger. I'm only doing my part to help the monsters win. I encourage you all to do the same.

16 comments:

ClevelandPoet said...

and I just started writing a poem called Monsters so this sort of weirded me out.

sort of rather similar in a not really way?

ok I'm done.

oh but wait I really loved this little bit here. Will probably make me finish the poem

Bridget Callahan said...

I wrote this in 2003. Finish your poem.

Argent said...

I doubt the monsters could make a worse job of things that we have. Count me in.

Russ said...

Just saw the term "ruin porn".

http://akronartmuseum.org/exhibitions/details.php?unid=1499

You're my personal Larry Flynt.

Kingtycoon said...

Gone?

Elly Lou said...

*sigh* I miss you. I hope you're off taking gorgeous photos.

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Bridget Callahan said...

Dear Anonymous, I don't play with dirty little hipsters on the internet. If you want to fight me, find me. Stop calling me and stop being a coward.

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