Today's/Infinity's Musings

Hmmm. I'm getting fat again,
but my boobs look fantastic.
I just need to figure out a way
to keep them but have a waist.

I am truly a pig. Just when I
have the apartment to myself and
can do anything I want, all I do is
walk naked and eat cheese.

How important is tomorrow's exam?
If I fail it, does that mean I will
never get a job and I will have to
Go back to teaching piano? (SHUDDER!!)

I think a routine is the way to go.
All the great people have routines.
Normal eating/pooping/working/sleeping
cleaning/playing/drinking schedules.

My most stable routine consists of bad habits.
I eat whatever I want when I'm hungry.
I only clean when company's coming.
I self-sabatoge before everything important.

Speaking of which, I have an exam tomorrow.
And a boyfriend which I'm terrified
Might be the one. So I've got to
Eat right, study, and quit being a douche.

Hard work, after all this slacking off
Is a very tall order. But because it is
Summery and warm out, and I am slightly wined,
And I've never failed a test yet, and I like my options
And my friends and family are people I actually like,
Maybe this is another turn I can handle.

;)

Effervescence

The heady intoxication of
The fullness of Life
is manifested in music transcendent
of words, yet enhanced by them.

The heady intoxication of
The dryness of Wine
is embodied in thoughtfulness apart from
drunkness, yet spurred on by it.

The heady intoxication of
The ripeness of Dreams
is transmitted in concepts projected
by screens, yet bettered by them.

The heady intoxication of
The flavour of Sex
is intensified in love excited
by touching, yet free from it.

The heady intoxication of
The glamour of Words
is potentiated in prose poured out
by poets, yet safe from them.

A Study

Ankles, knees, elbows, and skulls.
The closer you scoot,
The pointier they get.
And suddenly, you have corners everywhere
But it works, somehow.

Comfort lasts only for a moment,
But you endure beyond that
So you can maintain the coziness
Just a little while,
Pretending to sleep like it doesn't matter.

Cherishing the times when
A hand unconsciously reaches for your hip,
A foot lazily brushes yours in companionship,
A thoughtless kiss is planted
On the way to the kitchen.

Most of all, it's a secret.
An ashamed guilt
For caring a bit more than you should yet.
Crossing the border into creepiness
By gazing just a little long.

If found out,
There would be laughter at your silliness,
Some slight unease and gradual withdrawal
From the intensity
That is not yet reciprocated.

And so, you keep still
Unwilling to let the moments go,
Weapon for a slow affilial dissolution aiming
Calculated naturalness and
Half-hearted shots of cruelty at belly laughs.

Yet hope remains,
Fueled by brilliant smiles
And casual confidence.
Perhaps one day you too will sleep easily,
Flinging limbs and breaths in stead of thoughts.