Wiggly Ways


Mother Kali stands before me smiling sweetly.

The skulls from all my previous lives hang from her belt.

The river of blood that flows through me now extends beyond this world.

A river of time It flows through every body I've ever worn.

Back through every life I've ever led.

The ocean we carry has become alive and walks upon the land.

Mother Kali smiles. The drum beat drives the blood before it.

Ripples of crimson dancing to the music as it goes.

The ocean has become a mass of wiggling tubes that oscillate along the road.

Even amoebas know to crawl away from a hot knife.

Mother Kali is drinking it all in now.

All rivers flow into her mouth.

She cannot be filled.

Her thirst is unquenchable.

We are all just localized forms taken by an infinite being that has power to take any shape.

Like something from a Sci Fi movie where the monster plays every role and eats itself just to stay in character.

We are all just Winnebagos for DNA.

That devilish little twist is the dominant life form on earth.

We are just fancy casts of it in molds of amusing variety.

Mother Kali laughs. I know her tricks.

She is within me and without me.

Even if I play a convincing penitent I know it is only her that speaks the words.

She is dancing know and the room is spinning.

I've got to hold on to something or I'll spin off into space.

Spinning faster now I'm feeling close to the edge.

Where is that anchor?

Ah yes there she is with that sweet ass and winsome charm.

Kali has become the enticing lover spread wide and welcome.

Waiting to devour me whole

Mmmmmm, I dive right into that pool of delight.

Someone does. Oh yeah it's just mass of wiggling tubes, twitching like mad.

Pretending to be someone.