The slug

Be you feathered or furred
biped or quadruped
or as I
limbless and hideless,
we share what in us
lives and burns;
slither as I or run,
you could never outrun
the eternally evanescent now,
what alone is real , the rest
is social shell, false decency-
few can live their nudity
as I do.
Mindless of the toad's opinion
and that of the gardener,
by gnawing, I bite open the earth,
my secretion holds it compact
my shit incubates it.
When the call comes
I'm ready to give
the whole of me
to the heron
as I'm destined to.




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Written on 2026-05-18 at 01:43

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2026-05-25


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a good 'un. your voice is so singularly you
2026-05-21



Oh my, what a wonderful sort of a bugs life--
At least one of a slug.
And with a silly query -
I ask which bug is worse than a slug?
Because ya know, slugs aren't so bad- unless you accidentally step on one-
The answer, it's said is this:
If we are talking about nightmare factor, disease, or sheer destruction, botflies, bed bugs, and mosquitoes are all far worse than a slug. While slugs leave a gross trail and eat your garden, these specific pests actively b
BITE, BURROW into the skin, or TRANSMIT FATAL diseases.

I love the play on words in this piece of writing.
I like it.
2026-05-18