Can I plead insanity for murder because it's close to 200 degrees outside?
And I had a nightmare for the first time in - I don't know - a year? Or months? Or 2 years? And it was disappointing because it wasn't irrational-scary, it was me behaving in a juvenile, retaliatory way. I wound up waking up disappointed in myself.
And now I'm fucking hot. Don't want to go outside. Don't want to burn out the a/c. Want to let the daughter ride her bike, though, but the godforsaken sun!!!
A burn I received on my forearm 2 weeks ago from barely touching the oven bubbled up in the sun yesterday. Seriously - this is sick and wrong. My Scandinavian Blood is screaming in revolt! It's revolted by the heat!!!
Do you remember the movie 'The Thing' where they were in - I think - Antarctica? The blood in the pitri dish would recoil in it's own satient life at the approach of electric current. That is my genes to the sun...
And it makes me nearly homicidal - can you tell?
I would like to become a murderer today. Volunteer victims? We could call it a mercy killing/suicide of temporary insanity and even mix some accidental death due to sexual deviance into it if we like. However, it would now be pre-meditated due to this entry. DAMMIT!!!
Suggestions to change my mood? I may be swayed by spoiling...
Detonated
Sitting plainly
Tears leaking
Soothing cheeks
Singed by cold kisses
Each cutting
A silent schuss
Down rosy slopes
To lodge at lip's crest
Strict seclusion
Of Moods mistress
To creeping void
Expanding vagueness
Desperate stretch
Becoming longer
Double jointing
Arthritic feelings
Cane to my cripple
You were my fix
Walk from the hand
First solo steps
Track the wick of
Delayed dynamite
Ignore the hushed
Screaming canary
Together costly
As Royal Jelly
Lovers' perjury
Bears blind witnesses
With voice in echo
Conversed on deafness
Silence was comfort
Repeat alarming
~me
And I had a nightmare for the first time in - I don't know - a year? Or months? Or 2 years? And it was disappointing because it wasn't irrational-scary, it was me behaving in a juvenile, retaliatory way. I wound up waking up disappointed in myself.
And now I'm fucking hot. Don't want to go outside. Don't want to burn out the a/c. Want to let the daughter ride her bike, though, but the godforsaken sun!!!
A burn I received on my forearm 2 weeks ago from barely touching the oven bubbled up in the sun yesterday. Seriously - this is sick and wrong. My Scandinavian Blood is screaming in revolt! It's revolted by the heat!!!
Do you remember the movie 'The Thing' where they were in - I think - Antarctica? The blood in the pitri dish would recoil in it's own satient life at the approach of electric current. That is my genes to the sun...
And it makes me nearly homicidal - can you tell?
I would like to become a murderer today. Volunteer victims? We could call it a mercy killing/suicide of temporary insanity and even mix some accidental death due to sexual deviance into it if we like. However, it would now be pre-meditated due to this entry. DAMMIT!!!
Suggestions to change my mood? I may be swayed by spoiling...
Detonated
Sitting plainly
Tears leaking
Soothing cheeks
Singed by cold kisses
Each cutting
A silent schuss
Down rosy slopes
To lodge at lip's crest
Strict seclusion
Of Moods mistress
To creeping void
Expanding vagueness
Desperate stretch
Becoming longer
Double jointing
Arthritic feelings
Cane to my cripple
You were my fix
Walk from the hand
First solo steps
Track the wick of
Delayed dynamite
Ignore the hushed
Screaming canary
Together costly
As Royal Jelly
Lovers' perjury
Bears blind witnesses
With voice in echo
Conversed on deafness
Silence was comfort
Repeat alarming
~me
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Here, the heat is wrapped in an overcoat of humidity, making you feel like you're breathing through wet cotton.
Fascinating poem...as always, several lines are simply striking, amazing.
[Edited on Aug 16, 2005 10:34PM]