Sartre, No Exits, and Glass Elevators
Beneath the chocolate river is a pipe.
Given enough pressure a stuck boy
can be dislodged with a pop
like a champagne cork.
Upon impact, this boy will slide down
a chute for bad nuts
to land bruised beside the juicing press.
In this room of no mirrors
Augustus Gloop like a dung beetle
will push the Blueberry Girl
across the floor to prevent the inevitable explosion
of words from the Salt Girl.
In this room where there is nothing
to acquire, and only each other
with the stench of chocolate
and a terrible hunger.
Beneath the chocolate river is a pipe.
Given enough pressure a stuck boy
can be dislodged with a pop
like a champagne cork.
Upon impact, this boy will slide down
a chute for bad nuts
to land bruised beside the juicing press.
In this room of no mirrors
Augustus Gloop like a dung beetle
will push the Blueberry Girl
across the floor to prevent the inevitable explosion
of words from the Salt Girl.
In this room where there is nothing
to acquire, and only each other
with the stench of chocolate
and a terrible hunger.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson