Etaoin Shrdlu: A poem that begins "Lost and trapped, there's naught but dirt between him and the sky..."

Sunday, April 17, 2011

A poem that begins "Lost and trapped, there's naught but dirt between him and the sky..."

I found this poem via Seoul Brother, a Tacoma blogger I follow ("Good, Clean. Fun. Pick two."). It's apparently by somebody who posts as drcairns at Talk Dirty to Me, Paul Krugman.

I don't understand these people, but I enjoy them. And I liked this poem a lot:

under ground
Lost and trapped, there’s
naught but dirt
between him and sky.
Buried alive there are

monsters down here,
always hunting;
his only company,
the dragons,
they dig too, but
he kills them with a

bicycle pump or something.