And to what end? As if returning home to or with a basket of phrases. Do personal archetypes exist? What can be individualized from the collective of words?
Clearly, it's time for supper. A first -- sauteed oysters. Perhaps, a new metonymy. But signifying what? Or who?
META-THAT
ReplyDeleteshe doesn't care about the laundry anymore
it's just piled up and not even sorted
that's how I know it's gone astray
when order is out of order
and combinations of asteroids spin in contrary directions all blasted about by sinful thoughts and scientific actions
It's not hard to see beyond the dusty windows
all the blooms forced out by weird weather
Still it isn't any sign of relevance
when I awake at 5 and the earthquake is at 5:33.
Actually I think it's about time
since they've been saying one leads to the other--summer in winter, oysters on the grill,
socks left soaking all by themselves.