Geometric Allegory

Shut the f*ck up.  What?  Huh?  I said shut the f*ck up.  No.  That’s not how it goes.  So how does it go?  It goes  Yeah  Yeah…  She loves you…  Yeah yeah  Yeah.  Baby.  Baby.  Love me.  Love me.  Do Sugar t*ts  Love me  FRAME:  He balls his fist and swings it from up high. Like the descendent arc of a lunar orbit, He hammers it down onto her face.  She would have ducked, but  The knuckles split her lip and cracked the eye-tooth  Before she could even shudder to think How much money it would cost to get this fixed. She spat drizzled blood-lumps before even registering pain  As the radio played  Baby baby  Lover  I’m gonna  Love you  She loves you  Yeah  Yeah  Yeah  MEANWHILE: the dung-beetles carry these moments on heavy shoulders  And bring them deep down to them dead guys, that get burried  in those toons all...     She loves you.  And the Egyptian F*CK YOU mother f*cker  Smiles and says  F*CK YOU  And f*ck  You  You  You!  He swings back and hammers. Turn it up  Radio songs transmi

Aside from the coal miner,   There were other jobs as well. Take "the trapper," for instance. Ever heard of the trapper? If you haven't, I'll give you a brief  introduction.    He's the one who sat in the dark. The trapper, usually a young child, Stayed in the darkness at the swing door; There, he listened for the coal-cart  approaching Along the tracks. Just in that moment, the child bolted upright  And swung the trap door open, And the action itself led way to the name  "trapper." Mostly though, the trapper had nothing to do  but sit alone in cold,  muddy darkness. In the quiet mines, the child waited  countless hours for a signal-sound. Some days, it only happened once or twice. When it came, the trapper would jump to his  feet And open the door wide enough  For the cart to pass through, But once the cart glided past, The trapper returned to his quiet, sightless  world. Darkness is long and stretched out.