Written by m ennenbach

worming around

under this damnedable hotel, beneath the cheap sheets, beneath the mattress and carpet and floor and pipes and conduit and cheap laminate and under the basement

under all of this man made monstrosity dedicated to commerce and making men and women feel like they are in a miniature uncomfortable home for homeless souls

worms crawl and slither and fuck and dig and carve and die

and we’re no better than them, covered in slime and having both sets of sex organs and being used to keep the ground fertile or wiggling on a hook to lure a fish

we just think we are

as we tear up their home to make our homes on land we don’t own even with a deed and title for it

as obnoxious as thinking you own the air or the sun or the trees or the flowers or the breeze or the clouds or the sky or the waves

we are temporary and all of this

this

shit

this

wasted energy

it’s all for nothing when we are lowered into that same goddamned ground to feed those worms we try so hard to prove we are better than

we’re not

might as well strip down and flop in the mud and grass and fuck and dig and burrow and fertilize and live and die

better than strapping on shoes and fancy clothes to be with others that think they’re fancy for wearing a suit and shoes and acting like the fraudulent pigs they are

better than putting on make up and shaving and grooming and plucking nose hairs and ear hairs and eyebrows and shaving balls and twats and legs and lips and between our eyes

waxing our taints and bleaching our assholes

doing everything humanly possible to appear inhumanly beautiful when in private we shit and piss and fart and belch and scratch our nethers like it’s going out of style

sitting on beds watching televisions in rooms with cheap sheets and mattresses and carpets and floors and pipes and laminates and concrete

just above the worms

the worms have it right

they just keep on going

they don’t need anything but what is right in front or behind them

no more than to eat and fuck and die

they don’t worry about legacies

we could learn from them

if our heads weren’t so firmly wedged up our own asses that is

so i say three cheers for those slimy bastards

smarter than most everybody i know

20 thoughts on “worming around”

  1. Previous comment should have read ‘you are one of the great word smiths of our time! But now that I think about it… swordsmith works just as well the way you slice up your words to make a point! 😀

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      1. Mike, I love the craft of writing.And admire deeply those who can take their readers to places they only dare to dream of being, OR wish it were they who spoke the words you so truthfully write! So many people are afraid of truth…and so somehow they miss the fact that truth sets each of us free, free to be our most beautiful! Yes, there are so many talented writers on the net. But you have that one quality that sets you aside from the herd…major mind depth perception! (😀)
        Vivid poetic construction describing living in a world of love, and BS!

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          1. BS outweighs…It absolutely does Mike! ‘trundle’…when I was little we had ‘trundle’ beds in a spare bedroom. Haven’t heard that word in years! Good one!

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  2. If extra terrestrials ever decide to brave our earth pad, I sure hope that they land at your front door! Because you sure can tell it like it is!! Truth!
    Mike, some of your poetry may not be everyone’s cup of tea…But there can be NO denying your brilliance and raw talent! You are one of the great swordsmiths of this generation.

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  3. Two of my best friends as a child were boys and enjoyed making me cry while they chopped worms in half.
    Great friends huh?
    Worms are as worthy as any living thing 🤷‍♀️ Of course this from the girl who hates killing weeds and wants an ant relocation program

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