Member Poem

 
Bang!
Bang, bullet to the temple
Temple walls crumble
Crumble the body
Body of decay
Decay of muscles, tissues, joints
Joints bulge and swell
Swell and erode like a river
River rushes and pounds
Pounds on a hollow drum
Drum of a landside
Landside devours the inside
Inside is birth.
 
Birth, don’t cry­–­fight­–pull the trigger
Trigger empty space of quiet
Quiet the voices of disdain
Disdain the negative
Negative void­–black hole–of space
Space of a two-dimensional hologram
Hologram of the universe that scientists now say only reflects a third dimension and    
                                                                                                  theories prove it’s true
True to thy self
Self-delusion is safe
Safe as any drug
Drug the impulse
Impulse ignited the Big Bang.
Bang!