The Dandy
Cat without tail
Mane without male
The gayest of garden parties
Why, then, are we mortal enemies?
Substantial and sturdy
Yet mostly unworldly
Death brings back the gossamer prince
My pride is wide and vast and far
I go deep into the world's crevices
In the darkness, I flourish
Easy bruises beget resilience
How To Eat Your Own Tail
Toes wriggle in a pile of worms
Someone's screams are eaten by slime
All is gone, all is new, all is consumed
Lyme is only tasty if it is not concrete
Pour a pound of sugar in and ruin the whole batch
Teeth fall out of mouths at the sound
A king falls from his sandcastle
Salt eats at the bones
Calcifying, fossilizing, philosophizing, ostracizing
Like people over time
Boards replaced, is it the same?
Casting an anthill with gold
Someone was here
Scream decaying walls covered
In ash and fear and pain, the scent
Lungs filled with the earth's core
What's inside a name, and who decides?
Are we all born with predestined sounds ascribed to us?
Is it a secret code, telling where, and why, and when?
Do the names we wear accessorize us with personality?
I cannot in good conscience not have One
Tooth
Mouth stones, mouth bones
Show our inner spirit
The smell more than anything
Fanciful tymiers steal away
What we once were and return with
False gold, tokens with strange meaning
Teeth taken
Teeth taken, tooth taken
Taken to the timely tymiers
To treat them torridly
Trying the tasty traxis
A vital part of any vocal symphony
An attempt at sophistication
And maybe they succeed
The cloudiest days are the brightest and it frightens me
Perhaps that is why I prefer them
Diffused light paints a more realistic view of reality
Than the lying bright beams that warm the world
Cloud cover comforter accumulates, cumulous in the sky
The world takes a nap and,
Now whatever happens is surreal
We are in dreamland under the clouds
Wyrm
eating dirt
changing name
becoming what I once Became
Changing Life
Eating Death
Once you're gone we're all that's left
Take my slimy nonexistent hand
and land in the land where
nothing blinks or moves
take the trees and grind them down
take the stones and grind them down
take the leaves and grind them down
take your bones and grind them down
Is not the worm the king of all things?
Eldrichian god, all consuming
all knowing, it eats our knowledge
and what does it do with it?
eating dirt
Would You Still Love Me?
If I where a worm...
To be a worm is simplicity. Dirt to dirt, and nothing else. The cycle of life ends with a wom, and yet it also begins with a worm. They are slimy, and disgusting, and we fear them, to some extent. The creepy crawlies that lie unknown under the surfaces we dare not touch. But to me, at least, worms bring joy. Give me a better feeling than seeing tons of little squirmies come out after a rain, or helping a little lad get to a moist spot.
Worms are small, weak creatures, yet if you cut one in half, like a hydra beast, you simply get two worms. Some of the most deadly things on the planet are just worms.
Just... worms.
Oftentimes I feel like a worm, small and insignificant. Other times I wish I was a worm. Mighty, unfeeling, and brainless. We all admire the worm, to some extent, and perhaps even worship it. The worm gives, and takes, completely unthinking to us inconsequential humans.
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