:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Monday, February 03, 2003 ::

Narcissus in Plato's Cave

The eye of the lake is on fire. Pluck it out:
a bloom of clotted blood that stains the palm
with wounded light. Sunset inflects surface tensions
with its bluster, then recedes

into the I-am-not-a-little-boy, rumors the skin
becomes
of glass. This is my heart of running water
stilled, pooled sap from snapped stems and reeds
broken by a touch, now irretrievable. (Someone

who sank centuries ago is asking me to stir
a current, someone's asking for the underside
of my blurred face. This clearing in the myth of woods
was never mine.) My fascination multiplies

these flowers out of frost and cobwebs, filaments of
morning
ice breath violates: their fragments
sink in concentric ripples. A skipped stone
bears no loss: drowned as I am

among the surfaces of things, my features
will never heal. These brackish waters
close over every sacrifice. Socrates once
told me, Know thyself. (Or twice, I can't recall.) I
wanted that

myself, but here I am with dew
and drenched red petals, a cloud in bloom.
~

alright, nat gave me this poem to post and she told me the author but i forgot. hence; i will post it as soon as the information is to be had.

i have an oncidium orchid and hydrangea that i got from work. two of my fav flowers, i was just so extatic that we got them in. they're so fucking cool; i love when we order higher end, contemporary shit. it makes my profession so much more enjoyable and my room so much more brighter.

cori signed for an apt in the city. its on clark. i'm so excited for her. it just makes me realize that this is probably the last time i'm going to be working w/ everyone here at home. i can go as far to say that it was an era for me. and also, if i hadnt gotten that job when i was 15, and met cori or anyone there, i may not be where i am today. its a crazy realization to contemplate. but after talking to cori today i feel a lot better about my apt next year; her parents gave her the same kind of shit my parents are giving me. everything will blend together; as per usual.

i'm drinking chamomile tea right now. it feels good after my long day. and i anticipate a long day tomorrow. which im looking forward to believe it or not. i enjoy being a productive member of society.

alright; enough outta me. i'm going to read and sleep now.

random thought: yesterday my fellow bloggers, myself and our friend pete went to the beloved Cafe Iguana after we visited the Museum of Contemporary Art(an awesome 'War, what is it good for?' exhibit; go see it if you have the ways and means...but i will not get into how dumfounded i am at the fact that a metal beam simply leaning against a wall can have such an underlying meaning and be considered art. dont get me started. it all depends on your definition. but definitely, an awesome experience and day), while waiting for our food to be served there was this woman in my line of sight who could have been a carbon copy of stevie nicks, just shave about 5-10 years off in age and drug addiction. and then this morning when my alarm when off, it was stevie nick's 'Landslide' playing. i love it when shit like that happens. its weird as hell and i always wonder if its suppose to mean something. my mom told me to just make sure that i dont interpret it as to do a lot of coke and get addicted to pain killers. she cracks me up. drug addiction or not; stevie rules. pyro would agree.

goodnite.

dont place your bets on me just yet
i'm only halfway home.
stellar lady:: Anonymous 11:32 PM [+] ::
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