trio: season 2, #2
Over You, Tangling, (Until You) Awake
Over You, Tangling, (Until You) Awake
Personal
Whether or not you could tell from that last post, i was functioning at about three fifths of my typical brain capacity today. All day. It entailed not being able to see friends of mine from three feet away when Gina was already talking to them, and dropping my chai latté all over the punk cds at Noise Pollution, and knocking toys off the rack at Showcase comics, and hitting on our waiter something awful in China town just because i wanted to know the secret of his haircut. Well… that’s not the best representation of my day, but just trust me: it was nice to trade in intelligence for some happiness. Try that one on for size.
the Stars are threaded,
strung as to necklace heaven
suspended in autumn sky.
pearls i can’t afford,
but i’ll gladly snip their string
if you will hold out your hands.
Today in creative writing class i was hopelessly cornered by context. It was not a happy thing; everyone was wielding their contexts against my lonely pen.
Let me ask you: do you write Sedokas about chemical warfare? Or, perhaps haiku concerning god and if he has turned his back on us? Apparently my class does. Mine was just about stars, because i all i can do right lately is look up and look pleased. So, i hid in the corner. Me and my tiny poetry and just a little bit of hope that people are as good as i give them credit for.
If i seem a little out of touch, it’s because all of my free time has been taken up with reading multi-hundred page assignments for class and listening to the new Garbage album. And, man, if you think i got distracted when Tori’s disc came out you ain’t seen nothing yet. Also, i’ve apparently become a popular mecca for Ashleigh Banfield after praising her reporting in the WTC ordeal; i’ll have to find a nice head-shot to display on the sidebar or something; who knew that the random news reporter i was listening to happens to be one of the premier “news babes” of the ‘net? Go figure…