Dig It, Baby - Poem by Scotty Dogg
Crawling towards the round spot of light,
(a spot light)
in the middle of the floor; (everything
else black) you start digging
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
you keep it going with a
frown. Digging, digging,
digging past the
forefathers, grandfathers, grandmothers
Edger Allen Poe, Dante, Mr. Cummings,
Ted Williams, American Indians.
bones. Past locomotives that became
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
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