The Motionless Mollusk

Posted by Nollo on March 26, 2014
Posted in: Writings and Poems.

To Jessica Presley Grusin,
who first got me to ask what I wanted to do in life, and then told me to go do it. I can only hope she is doing the same.
-Thanks

STOP EVERYTHING
you are doing.
Stop and take a second.
Instead of blowing
through the leafs of time.
Rake em in and in doing so
take a second
and think about these rhymes.

Suppose you could plunder
the depths of the deep blue sea
and go the the very core.
Well… not to the the very core
but close!

There you will find a key.
Not a physical key by the way.
More of a key to the past.
A mollusk;
A normal mollusk;
A plain normal mollusk.
The same,
unchanged,
for over 500 million years.

Now with mollusk at hand,
You will ask, what now?
Let me tell you, for you seem aloof.
If you took your hand
grabbed a microphone
(make sure it’s waterproof)
You can now ask:
“who are you?”
Perhaps,
in monotone,
you could
and would
hear a response.
…
I am a motionless mollusk.
…
Your stunned for sure!
(I know I would be)
Your mouth begins
to move with worry
but before asking or telling.
The mollusk begins
retelling
his whole life story.
…
I am a motionless mollusk
My father was a mollusk.
His father was a mollusk
His mother was a mollusk
and her father was a conjoined twin mollusk
Thier father was a mollusk
…
and mollusk by mollusk,
the mollusk traced his tree.
On, and on,
and on,
and on,
and on,
and on
he went about mollusk ancestry
until the mollusk came to the beginning.
…
and their father
was one the first mollusk.
That mollusk.
At the beginning,
said to his fellow mollusk
~~
Fellow mollusk!
the world is changing
and with it change
comes to all of us.
I will follow that change
by not changing
For I am the Motionless Mollusk!
~~
and he got all the chicks because of it.
…
The mollusk remains motionless
but melancholy malinger from every pore
and the microphone pitches in a low-frequency.
…
Those were the good times.
…
The mollusk continues on
…
That first mollusk
mastered the art of stillness
and all his children
Made stillness their business
and their children
made that their business
…
and so the mollusk making mukus
on such short topics.
Made a chronological U-turn
and came back around.
…
and he made that my business
So in short, I am
the supreme culmination
of stillness since the start!
…
(at least since the first mollusk you assume)
you ask if he has anything else to say.
He begins.
You hope its short and pray.
…
I am The Motionless Mollusk.
Although I can move;
I choose to stay still
and while the earth moves
I will remain still.
Through thick or thin
I will not move.
Even at death’s door
I will not move.
For even in death.
I can be still.
Thus, I will be resolute.

For I am a motionless mollusk!
My father was a mollusk.
His father was a mollusk.
His mother was a mollusk.
and her father was a conjoined twin mollusk.
Their father was a Mollusk.

…

and so you bid goodbye
and as you begin your busy day
when you haven’t got a second
I hope you’ll think of The Motionless Mollusk
and his motionless ways.