Necrothing POW! Er …

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muttered throwaway – out the side of this mouth – vague music stormnoise hurry

THESE ARE THE HANDS

eager operators

THESE ARE THE FINGERS

nifty snot collectors

the power of glove

a force from above

THESE ARE THE LIPS

saviours of smarm

THESE ARE THE TEETH

adverts for silence

THESE ARE THE SMILES

pine fresh and pleasing

the power of fist

a force from the wrist


when I walk into oncoming traffic

I’m toying with my potential

Necrothing

fleeces me in the street that runs parallel with now

Necrothing knows why you should slum it with me

paw my hairy pouch

bristle against the mouth that tries to say no

Necrothing makes things happen

whether I like it or not

pulls a scarf tightly

across my face

pulls a scarf tightly

across the face of the earth

is it a bird?

is it a plane?

NO!

Its SUPER POWERED NECROROCOCO NEUROTHINGY JIG THING

Necrothing is a thing that pouts

its a Pouterthing

Necrothing goes ”POW!”

Necrothing says ”Er …”

Necrothing walks my plank

never sure what turns it on or off

wears a thunder suit zipped up to its chin

POW! the prisoners of Necrothing’s war

Er … the sound of doubt


-X-X-X- < Necrostitches 9 > -X-X-X-X-X-X-

power things

wave

power puffs

in their

power rooms

straining their ears for the next Necronothing command

Necrothing leadeth me to

a free house

a dry house

a power house


the trick is to give Necrothing your allegiance

or get something over, on or up its thing

if I saw Necrothing’s chink

I could drive my blade home

Necrothing’s underbelly has a row of sore devices

I could latch on to one of those pink pouters

use this tongue to suck

THIS IS THE MOUTH

mine is the mouth made to suck

drink the experimental fluid

that’s how Necrothing made me –

experimentally

when the mud was

horsepower harnesses Necrothing’s jaw

speaks out for Necronight

Lights out Necrothing

Necrothing loves me I’m sure sure

Why else would hard edges welcome?

Why else would blocked hole flood?

Why else would no pleasure thrill?


ran away with Necrothing in a Necroboat

motor chugging power driver

choppy waters power surge

dull flippers power cut

Necrothing’s high power proximity

made each shift a shocker

powerful powerfulness powerfully

a forceful or powerful necroperson

or thing

powerless

powerlessly

powerlessness

Less Ness Abbey

I left Angela in the ruins

trapped inside a circle of boys on bikes

I ran back to her house on my rubber legs

down dusty summer holiday pavements

Necrothing let me in and showed me

THESE ARE THE EYES

my dad with Angela’s mum

she was bent over the oven

he had two fingers up her bum

Angela’s dad found out

I really missed playing with Angela

stripped off dancing in the bathroom

we compared our budding nips

she was black I was white

we enjoyed the demarcation

Necrothing is into me like a stomach-ache


THIS IS THE POWWOW

next-to-nothing with Necrothing

lent me power station powers

then I was a mushroom cloud

THIS IS THE EAR

of the kidnapped rich kid

never found out what the boys did with Angela

never even asked

I know you love me necrothingy

why else would you stay?

in the capacious Necrohours

(they are hard to fill)

I am

rubbing shoulders with Necrothing

I’ll do any thing

Necrothing has no regrets

I ask you

why should I?

Necrothing knows more about

places that don’t exist

than places that do

(I want the impossible)

Necrothing tells lies:

(I like it)

”darlin’, you won’t die”

Necrothing takes me to Necroland

where I want to go

POW!

ER!

Necrothing is an empty glove

Necrothing houses me

I fill Necrothing’s fingers

we wriggle with the power and the glory

for ever and ever

AH!

time is long and you are falling short

Penny Goring

Image: Penny Goring

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7 responses to this post.

  1. when I first read this I immediately imagined myself in a cartoon or a comic-book. It has the dynamism of pictures made only out of words. I think you should hook up with a cartoonist, who may be you! and make it into an actual comic strip/animation.

    POW!! Er…

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  2. Time is long and you are falling short – great line.

    Agree w/QRG – wouldn’t this be an insane graphic novel?

    The key to reading something like this I think is here: ‘vague music stormnoise hurry’

    Like dodging in and out of shadows, only catching the most mangled glimpse of someone or something, not sure what the shape is, the shape keeps changing, voices echo and bounce off of one another, language becomes distorted (did she say, what was that, are you sure) like Chinese whispers floating through the asylum, like butterflies, everyone trying to snatch one, they all get away.

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  3. Yes, that line is the key. Thanks for a great response. xx

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  4. good grief, this is just extraordinary. I agree about the graphic – only animated, not static – there’s a lot of The Wall in there. “Never sure what turns it on or off” is the line that does it for me – gets over the uncontrollable, insatiable, random energy of destruction. It’s like you’ve ripped the mortal bit out of a human heart and pinned it thrashing to the table while you get its measure with your pen

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