Up Is The Only Way Out

The dungeon critic is afoot again,
the dropper of phantom ciphers
breathing ill-will and amateur
dissent; a discomfited chronic
substance abusing chalk-sniffing
sneezer of the dust of his cheap-fix
malaise who writes freehand
and anonymous – graffito style,
upon the canvas of life.

Praised by leaderless malcontent
as a guru of new sense, a visionary
defining the new world in his crudely
drawn derisory comment – but Man
Of The Moment to the rats and mice
populating his nether-view earth
where pudenda define and create
expressions of the commonplace
and up is the only way out.
© 7 March, 2007 I.D. Carswell