Neuronematoid

Neuronematode

“There’s God at the bottom of this here coffee pot!” I say to Jim, smiling manically.

Oblivious to his bewilderment, I ramble on and on.

“When I get to the bottom, I will transcend humanity and merge with eternity.”

Sensing danger, he backs up slowly, eyes upon the door.

Coffee spills down my chin and soaks into my t-shirt as I drink directly from the pot.

While I’m wiping my face on the curtains, he sees his opportunity and ditches out.

I don’t care. I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof. Nothing can stop me now as I stride around the kitchen, puffed up like a helium typhoon.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” comes a booming voice from the opposite side of the room.

“What did you say? You puny little toy. Do you not know what I am? I am the Übermensch, you fools.
I have evolved beyond you all. You are but feeble mortals to me now.

“Fuck you, I don’t need to hear this shit. I’m out of here,” Jason says slamming the kitchen door.

Left alone in the darkened frat house, I inject more buzz juice into my gullet and begin to ascend. I’m not the Übermensch—I am the Supramensch! I shout to everyone but no one there.

With telescoping omnivision, I peer into my DNA in each of my trillions of nuclei, a tiny engine pulsing with creativity.

Cosmic mysteries once concealed are revealed: Madness is knowledge; Knowledge is power. Thus, Madness is Power!! Ha Ha Ha. Eureka!

… Ha Ha Ha! I’m a mind miner mining madness turning lead into gold with every loaded word, I say to the celestial dome of my cranium.

Lightning in my eyes crackles into my fingertips as I gulp down another jolt like a java junkie in a coffee crack house.

My DNA—it’s not just in my cells anymore. Its every strand is woven like a thread in the very fabric of the cosmotality.

My mind reels, eyes dilate, and I can feel quark power rush up my serpentine

into the antebellum of my cerebellum like sweet fermented funshine.

To have created it all—every boson blossom, every galactic garland

fills me with wonder, mystery and awe.

My thoughts spin galaxies on flower-covered fingertips ten thousands at a time

Ever so gradually, it unfurls and undulates out from the convoluted recesses of my inner ear.

It stings with a hissing like a kissing, but I am too blind to feel.

It slithers into my rear-view mirror and stands upon its pentapod, whispering to me
I want to chew your soul like bubble pop.

Its words burst through my mind like inky gasoline.

Running frantically up the frat house stairs, to drive my get away.

But it follows in my head and not even Ahab’s harpoon can pry it out.

So, I stab it with a steely butter knife, but I just can’t kill the beast.

Come hither if you care to play a computer game, my parasite slurs to me.

I’ve swallowed your soul, but you can get it back if you will gamble me those frat fritters

Another gulp and another bolt of my elixir fixir, and I’m ready to play solitaire.

But the cards are loaded and can’t be decoded. So, it chomps all that soul food down.

I wallow in desperation and despair.

Then, it comes back with another wager and a dare.

I will regurgitate their souls and fork them back to you if you will raise the stakes to the future, present, and past.

With redemption in sight, dopamine rockets up my spine.

Ha Ha Ha, foolish little slug. I accept whatever game you care to play. I hackle meniacally.

Chess it's to be.

But the pieces are all shape shifters and never the same way twice.

Off with its head screams the red queen, and my king topples to pieces on the floor.

Vanquished, the consequences of my crimes spread out before my introspection. I hear the gathering of war pigs in a distance near but far away.

I watch their tanks and planes positioned across the checkerboard helplessly.

As the war between time and space comes, the battle cry: Fire all your guns at once and implode into eternity, taunts my tiny little grub.

Come! Come! Oh, won’t you come into the bang black hole of your immortal artistry?
Never say never! I say as sweat ladles over me.

My brain bug licks its lips ready for its tasty treat.

Come along then, Let’s have a little see.
I edge to its precipice and glimpse the hallucination of my destination.

Teeth gnash down. Flesh tears. Bones snap.
Then the stench hits like a one-two punch of diarrhea and vomit that smells of smoke and beer.
The screams of agony and hate ricochet like rocks across the studio of my mind.

Through the wispy black and white I see—
Pulsingly and heavingly
flesh rip-torn like flags in a crossfire hurricane
With porcine tentacles, it squeezes night from day.

That’s when I realize—it’s a living thing.

With terror in my throat, my tapeworm opens its jabber jaws to spring the trap its set for me.

For I am to be the central nervous system of this paradise for the damned.
All its anguish and its agony
Are to be channeled through my paleocortex into the codex of memory
For I am to touch, taste, smell, see, and hear it all—
Entombed in perpetual misery.

To my dismay, it shoves me down the stairs. I tumble, and I fall.

but when I open my mouth to scream, it's my mother's soothing voice I hear.

“You're okay. You're gonna be fine. Mama's here.”

My heart rips open and absorbs all its sin by osmosis that mingles with my blood, sweat, and tears.

The world transforms, and I foresee a new Camelot as a wonderment of joy and play where we all live as one in perfect harmony.

The Grail itself, within the castle walls, sits upon a table round at the still point of creation.

Its secret once hidden are shared with each and that

ripple outward like a quantum quake across the monoverse.

With blueprints of a new kind of creativity, we stand together on the cusp of a brand-new reality in which we are all co-creators of our once and future kingdom come, thy will be done

as within; so, without

as above, so below

There upon, the worm turns inside out and forward back turning infernal night into celestial light.

On the other side of the wormhole and back down here in Heaven as on Earth,

I dance around the frat house arm in arm with Jason and Jim, singing ecstatically.

“Ding Dong, the worm is dead. The wicked worm inside my head is dead!”