As midsummer approaches this place,
I begin to wriggle.
With every slight movement, the scent of the earth
And the high-temperature sunlight make me pause.
I long to bury myself deep within the soil.
Please, let the rain fall.
Wriggle, wriggle.
Before I know it, I am inside the dirt.
Though the world outside is sweltering,
The whole energy of the earth embraces me.
I am alive.
Budging, shifting.
I am not even hungry.
An emerald with no name
Wraps around me.
And so, a season passes by.
Then, someone pursues me
Like a stalker.
I gave up.
It was an existence I could not defeat.
The barren, withered you
Dances a snowflake dance for me,
So charming and sweet.
Before I know it, softly,
Leaning against my side,
Giving me a sudden, surprise kiss,
My whole body trembles without my knowing.
I miss them. My friend.
My friend, all of a sudden,
Was kidnapped by a massive, towering figure,
Unable to even breathe in the seawater,
Staring at unfamiliar fish,
They must be struggling and writhing.
I am a earthworm.
Today, too, I wriggle.
Hop a train
steam far away
from the zig jagged insane.
Dream far, far away from the media blitz
the mass hysteria
that devilish jab
the mask hysteria
of pure delirium.
billions to be raked in
from
the jab
the kits
the masks
the disinfectants
one-way hospital stays.
Gates
wants to jab us to death
force us to eat his shriveled meat
In so many words, he wants to cull the herd.
Gates
is blotting out the sun
thinning our bones
slowly turning us to dust.
Hells Gates
has stage 4 God complex
but God never sported an STD.
Hop a train to a faraway place.
Stepping away from the insane.
Rubbing elbows with the homeless and hobo.
AT least they're real.
Gather and recalibrate a lost spirit.
Meditate, go deep underground.
Into the twin mirror of self and selfless.
Slide away from their plastic charms.
Sliding away from all of them.
Becoming like an earthworm.
welcome this heart,
congenitally, sickeningly loathed
not even clothed, leave her threshold.
brought into the world, a radial embrace
cradled in the rain, slapped across the face.
scapegoat of the mother, never far from the tree
saddled in pain, crawling formlessly.
carry this apple, take a crisp bite
sour and cold, not even ripe.
now welcome this heart,
bitter and mindless,
feed on the fright
frigid as marble , scorched as a star
feed him dirt, never far, never far
arachnid fangs descend, venomous reign
eat your own infant, drown in the rain;
then do it again,
again,
and again.
Farmers know what they gain
From every drop of rain
And feel what they lose
With heat tightening the noose.
Planters guess the – added in scores ,
When earthworm into the soil bores
And celebrate a widening pore:
A graciously opened door!
Farmers wish the worst for pest,
When birds put them to a test
And could murderers irritate
If rodents chose to irritate.
Farmers think to sometimes deceive
To fat grants surely receive
Their multiplying farm needs conceive
And the next certain droughts perceive!
buried underground
dreamer worm anxiously waits
catch fish in the sea
Like Ramen noodles,
packaged, dried worms are instant.
Just add hot water, stir, and eat.
The momentum of the large-headed human ego....
has finally put mankind over the brink.
There's no coming back. No Tiffany in this filthy sink.
The clock says 1 second 'til midnight.
The earthworms have shed their glass slippers.
Soon they'll be sliding underground...
Their prince will not follow.
They've been tunneling and stockpiling for decades.
Food- ammunition-water.
The {numerators} elite and their loved ones
have their inner mountain retreat...
On a smaller scale, the (denominators) have followed their lead.
The remainders/the remains/: the poor who couldn't afford to stockpile
and those that could afford to but were too stubborn to listen.
Will be left scrambling above
banding and disbanding
willy-nilly
whatever the moment dictates
frantic
scrounging for rat meat
and toilet paper
during a nuclear winter
666 miles of social distancing,
Fondly remembering when it was only 6 feet
putting balm to nuclear skin
covering open wounds with papyrus.
They'll forge an eleventh commandment
then just as quickly break it.
With mankind's flesh between their teeth
they'll be begging to a God
who finally got sick of it all
and stopped listening-
worm curls around stick
in the mud...troubled waters
— this makes boy smile
8/3/2018
earthworm digs tunnel
crawling for light at the end
clouds mask sunshine blind
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction,
yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
I'd better print a full retraction,
they're not grisly, they're just fine!
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction
Yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction
Yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!
An earthworm's home you wouldn't like
It's cold and damp and full of night
Still, It's where I am and can only be,
When I scribble and wiggle hope you see,
How hard to write immortal poetry,
While watching out for greedy birdies,
When rains wash me along the gutters,
Helplessly drowning, my heart flutters,
Suddenly over the gutter crawl,
And burrow into earth under garden wall,
In darkness may live, but full of light,
Fearing rain, but still scribble in delight,
In humility offer these poetic scribbles,
Penned with few words and lots of wiggles.
The Earthworm Keeps His Hair
Do you ever wish for a second, that you were an earthworm,
living in the soil, the slightly colder part of the world?
You could be happy there, where your oxygen didn't come from polluted air!
And lazily soaking up vitamins, and being apart of the life in living, was
your only concern, or care.
You might find content in knowing that your values were much more valuable than
the people above. Who are aimlessly trying to find happiness by ripping out each others own hair!
You'd know you were alright down there.
All the secrets from the fresh water, and the quiet hare, about what really matters here, you wouldn't even need to share!
I often wish I were an earthworm for a second. So I could stay sane, and not get
oppressed for simply possessing my natural hair!
The rain came down
Saturating the ground
The earthworm came up
To swim in the muck
The dove came down
Hearing a splish splash sound
Now the earthworm flys
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