this is madness!

Aug 04, 2007 00:50



-The Secret Collector-
The food comes late and greasy
I stay for hours
Just so I can eavesdrop

My ears reach out,
Caging in the whispers
From behind those naively cupping fingers
Stolen gossip, which I expertly collect
Scorn without context splattering about in messy expletives.

I bend to watch their secretive gestures
And tap my hand to my mouth to keep them all inside
“You can tell she’s an artist by the way she bites her fingernails”

-Mad Hatter Poem-
Again
I have expended all my tendencies
Bitten the ink away from my nails
And picked the skin from my fingertips
Hiding the petals of my obsessions under my tongue
Cold and dangerous like the mercury in a thermometer.

-Idea Recycle-
Don’t waste it.
Put all you lamps in a jar
In a millennium
You might just crystallize light

You might like to recycle electricity
Feeding batteries thorough robot teeth
And sculpting paper-mache waste-baskets
brimming with broken songs and worn out expressions

In the morning
(when we come to our senses)
We’ll shake them out
and reconfigure.

-Endings-
The minutes filter through the thinning poplars
As evening deepens, all my memories are crumpled.
An invisible wind pulls down the sky
Cutting short the illusions.

The stars burn jagged pinholes in the sky
The long clouds crossing each other
A slender trellis of doubt.

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I'm shopping for apartments tomorrow.
I feel so adult.
(yay!)
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