worms of evil no yes worms have to be bad descendents rise all-powerful beings yet the same as worms cathedrals mud huts truth serum dismay conquers all
All-powerful? That makes me think of the great and powerful Oz. But worms? Worms makes me think of death, of corpses, of people being dissolved in their caskets. Can't get much further from all-powerful than caskets and worms.
Of course, we try. We raise up cathedrals like that makes us immortal.
But really, your descendents, that's your only shot at immortality. And let's face it, they're not you. So, are we left with dismay?
No, each moment is eternal, and that's pretty fuckin' all-powerful.
It was the gargoyles that first noticed the glow-worms and sent out an alarm…(“ancient life-form,…new species”, they said)
as the worms…glowing…(four abreast they were…in a continuous line)… eased themselves… inch by inch…up from damp-earth depths far below the cathedral’s foundation…up into carved wall crevices ascending… steadily…toward a ringing bell-tower’s midnight pinnacle…
while on inside levels… the descendents of the once all-powerful ones (the creators…the investors…the builders)…the ones whose pictures still hang.. akimbo now…long left by the living…so busy they are… pushing open ‘sanctuary’ windows…iron-held…stained glass adorned… Technicolor depictions of dismay…and prophecy…and punishment…
hands…eyes… all welcoming this new company…this unwavering… increasing… bioluminescent appearance of unchartered light.
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WORM MOVIES (IN FOUR PARTS)
1
all-powerful
five words
four parts
worms earth
circle dust stone news
2
cathedrals drum
noise of majesty
wet hollywood
signs of muse curtain
envelope
3
dismay and disregard
fortune's mistress
bird cacophony truth venture
mist mist radical eye
4
descendents of flash fiction
descendents of butter knives
descendents of hoopla
descendents of ocean women
descendents of geranium tone
SHE PIROUETTES
wipe the curry from the table
orange waterfall worms its way
no brownies no brownies
I am made of the dream of life
it's all me
not my descendents
christened in the cathedrals of discourse
dismay flows like the mighty Styx
from the all-powerful philosopher
hark the Wolfhound speaks
wisdom
ignorance
Emma
how are they different
what is this madness
only the lieutenant can say
but he won't
bring me the mutton
choose an identity
hold fast to the reticent iron claw
chains will not give way
truth will not obey
darkness equals darkness
lies are unflinching
honor is broken
we enter the age of joy
UNDER THE GROUND
worms of evil no yes worms have to be bad
descendents rise
all-powerful beings yet the same as worms
cathedrals mud huts truth serum
dismay conquers all
OZ
All-powerful? That makes me think of the great
and powerful Oz.
But worms?
Worms makes me think of death,
of corpses,
of people being dissolved in their caskets.
Can't get much further from all-powerful
than caskets and worms.
Of course, we try.
We raise up cathedrals
like that makes us immortal.
But really, your descendents,
that's your only shot at immortality.
And let's face it, they're not you.
So, are we left with dismay?
No, each moment is eternal,
and that's pretty fuckin' all-powerful.
you :
electric body.
all powerful:
containing-
cathedrals of amassed star dust
pure cumulative energy of
fathers and descendants
pillars of stonewhiskey and spit
and yet still:
flesh eaten away by worms of dismay
flesh eaten away by worms of dismay
when you speak
pebbles form on the tongue
it’s the taste of regret
it’s the taste of death
it’s the taste of conscience
it’s the taste of endless ocean bottom
it’s the taste of loneliness,
you must learn to savor it.
It was the gargoyles that first noticed the glow-worms and sent
out an alarm…(“ancient life-form,…new species”, they said)
as the worms…glowing…(four abreast they were…in a continuous line)…
eased themselves… inch by inch…up from damp-earth depths far below
the cathedral’s foundation…up into carved wall crevices ascending…
steadily…toward a ringing bell-tower’s midnight pinnacle…
while on inside levels… the descendents of the once all-powerful ones
(the creators…the investors…the builders)…the ones whose pictures
still hang.. akimbo now…long left by the living…so busy they are…
pushing open ‘sanctuary’ windows…iron-held…stained glass adorned…
Technicolor depictions of dismay…and prophecy…and punishment…
hands…eyes… all welcoming this new company…this unwavering…
increasing… bioluminescent appearance of unchartered light.
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