In the world of me...
-These Words-
I’ve begun to eat my future
the warmth of my slippers
went down like marshmallows
The logic making my eyes water
and I can really only swallow
because it’s the last thing left
(pause)
Except for these words:
their stacking metaphor
mocking me into starvation.
After all the numbers have eaten each other
I start writing poetry--
In my checkbook.
-Moon Milk-
In the belly of my sleep,
where everything is mixed together,
From round, bulky opals
I was weaned on butterfly wings.
I grew to be sanguine,
-in the purplest way you can imagine
And eventually, I taught myself
a melancholy vocabulary for the moon.
The moon− like most moons is made of persistence
Its milky shine suckled from the dark,
swinging bosom of the cosmos
-our own little piece of night.
From inside the dark lips of sky
Our eyes taste silver and silk
milky, and curving,
-dew-drop between the stars.
She knows the secrets of waiting
Which carve in, harsh and thick,
craters the size of emptiness.
The loneliness shows in her cheesy face.
She moves in congruence with the universe’s breath
The asthma of our time abbreviates her movement,
Her flavor getting sharper by the century
Moon-milk churned away in the sky.
My thoughts are becoming more and more
synonymous with the night,
And I yearn for a warm, willowy glass
Of unpasteurized moon.
in other news I <3 Kashi for bringing me practical microwave dinners. Go Kashi!
The quarter's almost up, and I feel real weird about it. Not stressed, I'm actually confident that I'll get full credit in all 5 of my classes. I guess I just miss my family and all you other friends I hardly ever see anymore. Plus frustration with the fact that I don't seem to be making people as happy as I used to be able to. Phooey on that!
I need to mobilize. I've been stewing in Oloy for far too long.