On the worm crawls,
slowly devouring everything
in its path;
while up ahead on
the big screen,
Clint Eastwood drawls
at some drunk
before drawing his gun-
something to do with
feeling lucky
and being a punk.
He turns his head away
from the ensuing gun-fight,
choosing, instead, to
focus his energy
on his own battle,
fending off the waves
of nausea
that lap gently
against his side.
He imagines it
from the inside,
peaceful and tranquil,
a calm
sea of vomit,
who knows?
you might even roll up
your trouser legs
and dangle
your toes in it.
But he knows, all too well,
that at any moment,
without a doubt,
the tide will rise
and swell, ripping
him inside out,
like a beast unleashed.
It will not be tamed;
not by Valium
or by Zofran,
instead, it will grow
stronger and bigger, with
the arms and torso
of a man, the ears and
horns of a goat;
Pan, god of the dark
forests of the sky,
seeking obeisance. There is
but one way
to please him,
to reach for the wretched bag,
to reach, and then retch,
fall at his feet
in mute panic, and beg
for release. Only then will
he rest, only then
will the vile storm
cease within,
with the sea still
churning
beneath your skin,
and you on your knees,
on a beach of black bile.
***
Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to the path which nature has marked out for him.
— Goethe
HOME / h_Um / noun, adj, adv, verb
slowly devouring everything
in its path;
while up ahead on
the big screen,
Clint Eastwood drawls
at some drunk
before drawing his gun-
something to do with
feeling lucky
and being a punk.
He turns his head away
from the ensuing gun-fight,
choosing, instead, to
focus his energy
on his own battle,
fending off the waves
of nausea
that lap gently
against his side.
He imagines it
from the inside,
peaceful and tranquil,
a calm
sea of vomit,
who knows?
you might even roll up
your trouser legs
and dangle
your toes in it.
But he knows, all too well,
that at any moment,
without a doubt,
the tide will rise
and swell, ripping
him inside out,
like a beast unleashed.
It will not be tamed;
not by Valium
or by Zofran,
instead, it will grow
stronger and bigger, with
the arms and torso
of a man, the ears and
horns of a goat;
Pan, god of the dark
forests of the sky,
seeking obeisance. There is
but one way
to please him,
to reach for the wretched bag,
to reach, and then retch,
fall at his feet
in mute panic, and beg
for release. Only then will
he rest, only then
will the vile storm
cease within,
with the sea still
churning
beneath your skin,
and you on your knees,
on a beach of black bile.
***
Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to the path which nature has marked out for him.
— Goethe
HOME / h_Um / noun, adj, adv, verb
1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person or family.
2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centred
3. any place of residence or refuge
4. a person's native place or own country.
A place to be born to,
A place to leave behind,
A place to return to,
find the memories,
and try them on for size.
And then,
when the evening shadows
lengthen
across your path —
A place to be
imperceptibly drawn to,
like an elephant
to its graveyard.
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