Think about this he says; <br />“Life is tubular” <br />I chewed and swallowed <br />and listened to the globular pipe fitter <br />A road taught philosopher <br />Who had reduced living to it’s banal functions <br />“You masticate the polish and egg burrito <br />And send the contents down the esophageal tube <br />Where upon it enters the mouth of yet another tube <br />and the contents begins its journey <br />Through 25 feet of tubing <br />Small tubes gather up the nourishment <br />Of fat and proteins and fiber <br />“It’s tubular from beginning to end he says” <br />The seed shoots from the tube <br />The egg descends from the tube <br />The seed shoves its head through the wall <br />Tubes begin growing <br />“Think about this too” he says <br />like some seated sage <br />with a room full of listeners <br />“The whole thing is headed for the big flush in the sea” <br />I imagined the spewing <br />the flotsam of lunchrooms <br />sanitariums, houses and public restrooms <br />I was inspired as I rose from my perch <br />And tossed the half eaten burrito in the trash <br />“Even that trashcan is tubular” <br />As I moved back into the world <br />I realized I would never see it again <br />as it had been before lunch.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tubular/
