Pensees a la Joyce via Eliot
Eyes sore
Weep washed
Oddity
The dry nothingness
Of an absent cry
Yesterday: amazing. Absolutely and utterly wonderful
Wonderland - Oz and
Yellow Brick Road,
Ruby slippered shadows
Glitter in anticipation
Of the event
Regard the perfect underpainting
Of the unbegun completion
Perfect. Au'jourd'hui (sp? - oy! It's been so long!)
Weight and
Endless
Obligation.
The slow trudge and
Weak-willed grasp
Of fading remembrance
Reality in a fishbowl
Drop the penny into
Distortion
Wonder why it never strikes
The doubleshot glass
Scattered thoughts
Streak with the electric
And eclectic colors
Of the tamed creatures of the deep
Lost with the penny
Within the open bowl
Dare to reach in the hand
Fumble for the penny
(Penny for your thoughts?)
Among the suckling fish
And cerulean stones
Churn the sluggish waters
Like a lesser god
Retrieve, restore and
Rest.
And now to midterms. And sleep. Please God. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools...? Nay - all our public faces - masks upon display! (Come and see the Masklord, faceless in the daylight.)
Scattered scattered everywhere, and not a thought to think!
Mood: The castle of blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh
Music: The newest by Gaelic Storm
Thought: The heat is on to 70 - how am I cold?
Thought Redux: There's a deeper meaning in that. *shiver*
Thought Explanee: No pun intended. Oy.
Thought Terminee: QED.
Eyes sore
Weep washed
Oddity
The dry nothingness
Of an absent cry
Yesterday: amazing. Absolutely and utterly wonderful
Wonderland - Oz and
Yellow Brick Road,
Ruby slippered shadows
Glitter in anticipation
Of the event
Regard the perfect underpainting
Of the unbegun completion
Perfect. Au'jourd'hui (sp? - oy! It's been so long!)
Weight and
Endless
Obligation.
The slow trudge and
Weak-willed grasp
Of fading remembrance
Reality in a fishbowl
Drop the penny into
Distortion
Wonder why it never strikes
The doubleshot glass
Scattered thoughts
Streak with the electric
And eclectic colors
Of the tamed creatures of the deep
Lost with the penny
Within the open bowl
Dare to reach in the hand
Fumble for the penny
(Penny for your thoughts?)
Among the suckling fish
And cerulean stones
Churn the sluggish waters
Like a lesser god
Retrieve, restore and
Rest.
And now to midterms. And sleep. Please God. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools...? Nay - all our public faces - masks upon display! (Come and see the Masklord, faceless in the daylight.)
Scattered scattered everywhere, and not a thought to think!
Mood: The castle of blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh
Music: The newest by Gaelic Storm
Thought: The heat is on to 70 - how am I cold?
Thought Redux: There's a deeper meaning in that. *shiver*
Thought Explanee: No pun intended. Oy.
Thought Terminee: QED.
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