"intercom" poems
You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the ******
of cure. And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk
of death. We stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. The shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. We chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk
in school. There are no knives
for cutting your throat. I make
moccasins all morning. At first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. Now I learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
I mend what another will break
tomorrow. Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
The breaking crowns are new
that Jack wore.
Your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry.
What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. Out in the hall
the intercom pages you. You twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall
like floods of life in frost.
And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.
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Harriet turned back off the intercom and stood in the office for a few seconds. What have we done? I can't believe I let my ten year old son be the vessel to that thing. I can't believe we were stupid enough to summon that thing thought Harriet. Harriet walked out of the office and back to the worship area where Evil was waiting.
"Why do you have a look of concern on your face Harriet? What did you think I would be like?" asked Evil. "I didn't know what to expect" said Harriet. As Harriet and Evil stood eyeing each other the members of Sinister walked in the worship area.
"I'm glad you all could make it. Now sit down" said Evil. A stocky middle aged man walked up to Evil looked down at him and said "I don't take orders from children." with a smile on his face Evil broke the man's leg in half by giving him a front kick to his knee cap. The stocky man hit the floor and screamed in agony. The members of Sinister watched in horror as Evil wrapped his arms around the man's head and broke his neck. He then proceeded to rip the man's head off and throw it out the door of the worship area.
"Now if everyone would please listen to me very carefully. The person you see is not Levi. I am Evil. Your priest summoned me and I answered his call. The vessel you see is Levi but I am Evil. All of you may address me as Levi" said Evil. The members of Sinister looked at each other but didn't say a word. "Sit down. You all thought the Book of Evil was something to play with and that I wasn't real. You put the cult Sinister together to pass time and have fun. I am very real" said Evil as the members of Sinister sat down. "Your High Priest use to run the show but from now on I'll be running the show. You may now return to your rooms until I call for you again" said Evil.
All of the members of Sinister stood to their feet and returned to their rooms. When all of the members of Sinister were gone Evil looked at Harriet and said "I need for you to update me on world events. I need to know what's going on around the world." "You need to watch the Visual View Screen. The Visual View Screen is a device that show us World News, entertainment shows, movies, and music. What you need to watch is world news. Follow behind me" said Harriet.
Harriet led Evil out of the worship area and to a room where there was a Visual View Screen. She turned on the Visual View Screen, turned the channel to the world news, and the two sat down and watched the world news.
"That's it right there. It's amazing how Scientist and Bio Engeiners come up with things" said Evil. "What's it?" asked Harriet. "Don't you just love war? Your species create genius ways to **** each other. They created a virus and a cure to for the virus. The building where the virus is kept is under quarantine. We are going to release the virus and live in the underground city designed to keep the Scientist and Bio Engeiners safe if the virus ever got loose. Once the virus **** everyone on planet the members of Sinister will reemerge from the underground city and I will create a new world" said Evil.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Her name is Chandney
In Punjabi it means the Moon
The thing about the moon is
It's not always appreciated
as much as it should be
The Sun steals all the glory
The Moon merely awaits its time
To come and reflect on the days
the Sun has left behind
The Moon picks up the pieces.
Chandney is my best friend
for a time she was my only friend
The only person I would call a friend
Not because I'd known her for so long
But because of all the things she'd done
Like coming to my door everyday
after school when I'd dropped out
and wasn't leaving the house,
tellin me about her day through the
intercom when she was young
and had the time to do that
The Moon kept me in touch
with the world of the Sun,
gave me a little bit of light left over
in the days when I saw none
And that's something that I will never forget
Like the first time I saw the moon cry
This moon is strong, this moon has pride
That hurt me inside
And every time since when I've seen
a sad face etched on your surface
I've cried with you, side by side
As you were Beside yourself
Day I realised that love comes
In many different forms
Cause I'd go above and beyond
anything I could ever do for myself
To reach out to you, lift you up
make you Smile, offer help
As long as I'm around
I want you to know
That the Moon is never truly alone
You have a sky full of stars
to keep you company
Consider the closest one to You as Me
We've shared some memorable nights
You and I
From first sleep overs
To gettin waved for the first time
Unlike so many The Moon
doesn't change with the tides
Loyal friend to this lunatic
The Moon changes the tides
When I was left alone
Crying night after night
The Moon watched over me
The Moon kept me company
Even in silence when
I didn't want to speak
The Moon was there
The constant silver lining
Reminding me that a new
day was gonna come
And I'd see the dark times through
Moon by my side goin through
the dark times too
We met as kids
And together we grew
I believe life for me is like
Those late night car journies
I'm Lucky, It's True
That No matter where you go
When you look out the window
The Moon is always with you
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
In the event of an emergency
Please fasten your seatbelts
And attempt to remain calm
Breathe easy and prepare for the thrill
Ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be one hell of a ride
Docile, like sheep, you expect us to remain
In the face of our impending doom
Draw in deeply from the mask that’s fallen in front of you
Pure oxygen so that we may become euphoric
Before plummeting into land or sea
Now let’s not forget that life vest too
So strap up ladies and gentlemen,
This is going to be one hell of a ride
As engines three and four shut down
There is little noise to drown out the screaming
Families and loved ones clamoring to say goodbye
Funny how in the moments just before the end
We all want to make amends
The cabin’s losing pressure now
And our fall starts to speed
Over the intercom the captain shouts out
Altitudes, allowing us to pinpoint the exact
Moment that we will all likely die
I breathe in filling my lungs with something pure
Euphoria, eyes seal shut
In just moments it’s all over and I
Begin to fly right back up
Calm and collected as could be
We’re onto the next journey of life, or death
Ladies and gentlemen fasten your seatbelts
This is going to be one hell of a ride
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
It comes after heavy rains.
Naked amphibious marauder
crouched beneath dampened stars
bip-bipping its personal intercom;
soporific in sleep-weary bleary-eyed dreams.
I imagine a Cop on his elbows
zig-zagging, belly-flat
under cover of darkness;
he not naked; peaked cap askew,
shoulder pips glinting in half moon;
he too, predator on a mission -
Echo - Charlie - Zebra.
The freezer kicks in
out-droning night sounds.
Light eases between blinds.
I slurp chocolate dregs from a crazed mug.
Over and out.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
I was making a sandwich
for the customer with green eyes
when Amanda came in and said,
"look for the printed word."
I had no idea what it meant
but I continued making the man's
turkey pastrami on rye.
She left without buying her usual
pumpkin cookie and soy chai latte,
extra foam of course.
Was this some sort of riddle,
about how a raven
is like a writing desk?
I looked through the produce
hoping to find a scrap of crumpled
paper among the peaches.
Then to the juice bar, even
sifting through the pulp of
discarded apples and kale.
I asked the cooks in the back
if they had seen any odd words
around, but they said no.
The intercom howled "Thank you
for shopping at Jimbooooo's…Naturally!"
when it hit me. I rushed back
toward the sandwich bar and
inspected the guacamole.
And the seed of the avocado
sitting next to it read,
"Neon fruit supermarkets
attract a lonely Whitman."
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 11:44 AM UTC
so you've got a heartache in your belly.
& as you casually told me
" it's about the size of a thumbnail
right now "
i looked down & realized
i needed to clip mine.
your eyes dimmed like theatre lights
when i closed the curtain
on your monologue
about motherhood
to tell you we couldn't keep it.
& i probably never loved you more
than those days where we would sit
in silence,
thinking about how empty we were about to become --
you literally,
& me….desperately.
& we went to that sterile building
with the bulletproof glass windows
& the chubby old woman,
using a blue blouse as a veil to cover the layers of
stress & years underneath.
she spoke to us through an echoing intercom
in a grave attempt to keep her distance
from our fingernail problem.
we got buzzed in & we waited &
we sat close but god you were so far away
& i reached out & grabbed your hand to pull you back in
& you looked over at me --
overpassed me --
& the ghost of a smile haunted your lips for a second….
they called your name, well
not your name…not the name i call you,
but the one your dad gave you,
& they told me i couldn't go back there with you
& i said i understood but i never will.
the waiting room filled with somber souls,
& we all pretended like it was just a normal doctor's office
but it was obvious who the better actors were
as some randomly burst into tears
like confetti poppers at a birthday party.
we all knew we were at a funeral but
they turned up the volume on the TV
like the quiche that Rachel Ray was baking
would make us forget the mistakes we were burying
& i remembered the picture you showed me
that looked like an x-ray of a jelly bean & said
" that's it.
that's what it looks like. "
& you stared at my face like you were trying to
memorize my expression in that exact moment
so you could dig it up whenever you needed to hate me again,
but then you came out of that door holding your belly
& i knew you wouldn't need to dig that up
because you would have no problem hating me
anymore.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
faded Ladybirds swarm my buildings intercom
Are they responding to an electric hum ?
faded Ladybirds swarm
a yellow painted wall
desperation
it is an unyielding prayer
no nourishment before the freeze
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 9:39 AM UTC
Something like another planet
One wrong move and everything becomes damaged.
Be careful what you click on
Because what's seen cannot be unseen
Relationships left unmanaged
Sitting at the table, but swiping through a cell phone.
Not even recognizing the person you're with feels all alone.
Swipes,likes,emojis,pictures
The devil's intercom
Day by day he plots to win.
Everybody thinks they're living ok
Soon they'll find out
they're trapped within
Their cell phones.
Get out now before its to late
Lets not forget these were only established to communicate.
But with overuse your identity can eradicate!
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
We once knew a girl
Polite and cold to the touch
Icy slopes that called her home
Still young and yet to unfurl
Words cut short saying so much
Died in her sleep writing a poem
Passed through a dream that night
Angels lifting from the blanket hug
Daylight came and she couldn't wake
Greeting father rose to the morbid fright
Grasped her hand and began to tug
Cried a hymn he just couldn't take
Friends at school didn't know she was gone
Laughed profusely 'til the deafening announcement
The intercom obituary stuttered and hallowed
That the golden lock girl had moved on
Pulling the threads of most at that moment
The closer of them mourned and bellowed
Noon grew somber and tears were of many
The girls held each other so firmly
The boys grew silent and shed what they could
Plans were made to remember the memory
A lot one over glistened with suited formality
I didn't attend and I regret as I should
In a flash she went there
In the flash she'll stay here
It's all flash after all....
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
we're gliding through the clouds
we're enjoying the in flight movie
we're talking to our fellow passengers
all is good at twenty five thousand feet
we're all comfortable in our seats
the pilot makes an announcement on the intercom
he alerts us that the flight is going to experience turbulence
the air hostesses reassure everyone
that the pilot has been on many a turbulent run
suddenly the plane drops down some several hundred feet
a fair bit of buffeting is happening
passengers hold on tight to sides of their chairs
a tad of wind shear is in the air
some start praying for the turbulence to subside
as they aren't having a stereo-typical smooth ride
the plane lurches and dips
in a pocket of thick air
it is rather disconcerting
dropping and flopping so high in the air
some ten minutes later the pilot again speaks
saying that the turbulence
is at end
so when next you're on a jet plane
don't forget
fasten your seat belts it's going to be a bumpy ride
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
I was busy placing detonators under the MIRROR FUN HOUSE,
pitching
piveting
images of
itself for and by
itself,
when I heard over the rusting intercom
the main fuses were being turned off for a
routine check up and I would be
again left, as every one is, every night,
in the dark and
all the better.
The bombs in my pockets reminded me they were
awake and impatient or otherwise
alive;
otherwise, their life,
like mine,
wouldn’t growing steadily
shorter.
The ferris wheel in the
distance without my glasses
a slowly rotating
flower of blinks;
I wished I could hear
the pistons
the generator
understand whatever is making that
Big Wheel turn
but instead I sliced at the end of
the plastic ends of my explosives
to make them a little more
homely and different and
mine.
I looked up into the
rectangle framing my face
while behind me a
rectangle framed the back of my
head framing the front of my
face framing the back of my
head framing the front of
me.
I ran my fingers through
the wires petting them
something pretty then
wished I could hang this
night above my kitchen sink,
just above my rubber plants,
as good luck for
the future,
the wishbone of my
gratitude.
Instead I pushed some
dirt with my fingertips
purposefully without reason
then let the
wire follow me from my back
pocket,
leading the way
for the end like
I would lead a be-speckled French bulldog,
if ever I would give in and
purchase such a friend.
I walked some distance
I don’t dare guess and
laid my body against a
tree,
I hope an Oak tree,
the roots
coddling my thighs and I
can see my breathe in the
darkness and I thought of
the spinning, blinking
stars.
I took the detonator from
my boot and before I
pressed the
don’t press
red button
I glanced over my shoulder
wondering why
I should make it,
before,
presto,
everything shattered,
every light seared the sky in a final
collision with it’s end sister
in the falling dark
and every piece of my
face and body leap
from the ground with it,
flying into a place
the darkness seemed
much brighter
from
here
and
I
was
happy
someone
had
left
the
light
on
for
me.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
I swear the machine is the culprit
It explains the sore bones and sleepless nights
from the moment your fist meets the black button
before the ink of time has dried
it grips you in caste iron clamps
inserts its ******* tube into your spine
and drains your humanity
gorging on it like famished swine
Through an ocean of searing hot oil
and pummeled flour
it laughs at you
a sordid laugh stinking of raw meat
amplified by static voices over an intercom
each beep penetrating with the force of a power drill
please hold for a moment
I've seemed to have spilled my brain onto this greasy floor
let me scoop it onto some rice for you
there,
an original chop.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
to not dawdling in the sump of your foibles-
Russia, France, shadowboxing,
dry cash and sock money.
i told him enough with the squats already!
refused to gobble over the intercom after selling an organic turkey,
imagine I get fired for refusing to gobble.
moved to Alaska and became a scenery ******
aside from synonyms, I’m okay.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
The thing about me, is that I know my self worth. I am comfortable with myself even when there is no hope or promise of hospitality in this world. I don't need anybody to tell me that I am beautiful; I am familiar with my own reflection and I am not afraid to look directly into my eyes while studying the mirror. In fact, I demand that sort of inter-personal contact. Me Vs. Myself, there is no greater battle. It is a reminder to the soldiers of my soul to never retreat. An army greater than the United States of America and I hold all positions of power. I'll swivel around behind my mahogany desk and announce across the intercom for all my conscious to devour: "Continue standing tall, Never cease to continue marching forward. What does not **** you leaves you injured, and from injury provokes the discovery of strength. We are strong. Our roots are deep. If they are going to take us down, they are going to have to **** us. If they are successful in doing so, they will have successfully eliminated our entire existence because we will not lie down until then."
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
the girls huddle,
wallflower themselves
away from the bell-toll
of mean-girl chatter
gucci gang comes on,
& a few blood-boys
come out with juul-destoryed lungs
and sip their smuggled *** punch
someone shouts 'begone, thot'
& instead, i vanish,
into summer-stretched air.
you're only young once, &
then there's the in-between
of reunion. the late night fiends stay
until the sun peaks
through the cracks in the
façade of adulthood.
finally, somewhere near
the end of the night,
the intercom comes on.
the superintendent asks us to leave,
the bathroom is filled with brûléed vapor
& the ground has become as much of an ashtray
as the dirtied mouthes of those still dancing,
drunk enough to numb the memories of
the worst three years
of our collective life.
when the chorus of
**** that, **** you
fades out,
it's because the system is
crackling again
& everyone's head is turning to the soft voice asking;
where are you now?
what have you done?
are you perfect yet?
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
I was on a plane
when suddenly the
“fasten seat-belt” light
came on
and the pilot
came over the intercom
and said,
“I’m sorry folks,
but it seems we’re
going down”
whilst everyone panicked
the man to my right kept
reading
did he not hear?
he’s not old,
he can’t be deaf
how is he not saying his last
prayers or begging or etc.
etc. etc.
so I asked him
and he seemed not to
hear me
so I asked him again
“oh be quiet
for god’s sake”
“I’m trying to
read”
what’s the book?
I asked, shell-
shocked
“who cares?”
he said,
“I’ve got half a
chapter to go and
about half a minute
to finish
this”
and suddenly my situation
seemed all the less grim
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
The sound of a voice shouting out a distinct color,
Comes over the intercom.
Orderlies rushing all about in frenzy.
A screen that should look like an 8.9 earthquake happening,
Now only shows a razors edge thin line.
Compression thrusts must now begin
Once started you cannot stop.
Paddles please now to the chest, crackling static zaps,
Body thrashing about like a fish out of its safety zone
Log the minute, pull the drapes and tag the toe.
It’s a private encore just for me now
Two fingers on her wrist and then on her neck
Still not any kind of clue, one last chance,
I reach again into my bag of effects and grab
Like having a last trick up my sleeve.
A Mirror in my clutch is unseen from her eyes
Placed now upon her lips as I look for something like a morning dew
Nothing so sweet can be found.
Her eighty sixth was the last time for candles that could be blown out.
Wrapping her now I try to keep her warm
Then slowly I help place her in her eternal slumber bed to rest
Now I’m given a key, O’ boy here we go
I know what time it is. I find comfort telling myself I’m just winding up a clock
I blow a breath and a last kiss; my eyes were the last to see.
If know body ever remembers, I will never forget!
(CARSr. 4-24 -12)
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
No no no.
Please do not leave me.
Keep your eyes closed.
With mine.
Taste from cups of horrors.
The angular rotting flesh.
Take the mean street to visit Bach.
Lay your head and pound your chest.
Well from below.
And saints on deathbed.
I'm tearing down a wall.
Staring at a stillness.
The florist from the sun.
You're breaking your back.
And the crowd sings of unison.
Trumpets.
Peace filled holdings.
Grass in a locket.
Remove your mirrors.
Youth, grow old and free us.
From your peace of yesterday.
The lake is raised.
The sun is stained.
Ruined.
Watching from a funeral.
Cry in the morning.
And sleep on the evening.
Hold close a breeze for a blanket.
Bend and lead.
Sleeping by the intercom.
While you graze and worship me.
Not yesterday.
God.
I know you wanted love.
The twelve dollar stain flickers in my mind.
The walk home and the creaks in his heart.
Dreams of litigation.
Night's separation.
A reality in between.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
Soft fingers twirl and intertwine
Yelled at for “PDA”
Laughing it off, happy inside.
Saying bye just to see each other at the end of the day.
Promises of the future
Maybe forever together
Holding hands
Making silly plans
Going to school dances
Smiling together, laughing.
Wanting it to stay the same
Till the end of your days.
.....
Thought you were safe
Nothing could hurt you in this place
Head over heels for one another
A flame that burned too bright to be smothered.
Making faces across the classroom
Texting back and forth, messages zoom.
Wanting to kiss and hug
And send all your love.
Focused only on them
They’re your shining gem.
Thoughts are suddenly interrupted
You can’t seem to focus on what the intercom just said.
Hearing bangs and alarms
Trying to grab ahold of their arm
You can’t lose them no matter what
This uncomfortable feeling in your gut
Hearing but not believing
It’s not real, what you’re seeing.
Your high school sweetheart
Heart pulling apart
All those plans that stood for forever
Now discarded, stand for never.
Can’t see them after this class or the next
No more loving texts
.....
Screaming and blubbering
Can’t think straight for anything.
All you know is they won’t move
Last breaths used holding you.
Always told your love wouldn’t last
Didn’t think it’d be over this fast.
Weeks spent wondering
Would it have been forever if not for this one thing?
Would this even have occurred,
If gun control laws were ensured and enforced?
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Between frozen foods and dairy
I bump into a brief ex
Hey, he says pointing to the beef burritos in my cart,
You’re not a vegetarian anymore?
Above our heads a voice crackles over a faulty intercom,
“Assistance needed in the meat department”
Pink flowers held behind him
Axe stinking up aisle 4
He eyes the chocolate donuts and six pack
sitting on top of a 20lb bag of cat food
Ready for the weekend, huh?
In the parking lot
I accidentally scrape his car
three times
I leave a note on the windshield
*Your recognizing my face
Doesn’t mean you know me*
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
i opened my eyes
again
and there existed a black spot
between the north star
and the rolling clouds
i stared into it
deeply
and i followed myself in
to our bed upstairs
and the feathers roll over
i went deeper even
home
and i found me weeping
near the keys that make me
and we rested together again
i knelt yet again
flawless
and you grinned again
fatter than you ever have
and we held hands
i pulled back the curtains
******
and shone in the light
illuminating the dust on the shelf
and we read together
i pulled you through customs
dragged
and we skipped to the gate
shouting over an intercom
and we tugged each the other
we crossed the seas
oceans
and we got lost
wandering and without list
and through this we bonded
we unpacked our bags
furniture
and we certainly shopped
finding a place to call home
and we called a bungalow home
we died together
coughing
and we fixed kosher eggs
making way for the others spirit
and we slept a year through
in the ground
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC