Just the Regular Scotty Dogg

(Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Dig it, Baby


Crawling towards the round spot of light,
(a spot light)
in the middle of the floor; (everything
else black) you start digging
the carpet
with your fingernails, scratching orange
fibers. Fur is flying and
shards of padding
hit the ceiling. You dig like a backhoe in
chocolate ice cream,
trying to get back into her.
Now, you scrape through
hardwood floors and black concrete the
hole is getting deeper; finally hitting sweet
green grass;
you keep it going with a
frown. Digging, digging,
digging past the
forefathers, grandfathers, grandmothers
Past:
Edger Allen Poe, Dante, Mr. Cummings,
Ted Williams, American Indians.
Past dog
bones. Past locomotives that became
washing machines.
Only your feet and ankles are
visible now sticking out of your
hole! In your room,
I stroll over. I tickle those toes.
You shake. In your hole, I hear you
giggle.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Edited: Sunday, November 13, 2011

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  • Ellias Anderson (8/15/2012 4:29:00 AM)

    nice...The ending is fantastic. this poem has a shark pointing. the pointing is to the past time. the people of past that their dairies are in the depth part of our minds.
    well done. (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (7/3/2012 1:17:00 PM)

    obscure yet intriguing... i found this to be maybe the development from birth to adult and progressing to having the overwhelming desire to learn writing through the almost regression to past writers... i have the horrible feeling i am way off course but thats how i read this work...love how you built up to a faster more urgent pace...tyvm karen (Report) Reply

  • Ellen Shaw (4/8/2012 6:54:00 PM)

    I love how this poem gets deeper as you read on and then ends in a light hearted way. (Report) Reply

  • C. Cruz (12/20/2011 6:30:00 PM)

    'You dig like a backhoe in chocolate ice cream, ... Past: Edger Allen Poe, Dante, Mr. Cummings, Ted Williams, American Indians.' A very effective archeology of words and feelings! Thanks. (Report) Reply

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