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 groundLost and trapped, there’snaught but dirtbetween him and sky.Buried alive there aremonsters down here,always hunting;his only company,the dragons,they dig too, buthe kills them with abicycle pump or something.