Ode to Material Things and Dreams of Domesticity
Give me a pot and some hot water
and I'll cook us a plate of pasta
with red sauce and we'll have salad
with olive oil and red vinegar.
We'll drink it down with glasses of red wine
full-bodied and fragrant.
When we're done, you'll rinse the dishes and we'll
go to the family room to watch a movie we rented yesterday.
It will be praised by all the critics or maybe
by only a few, but we'll enjoy it regardless
On our soft couch afterwards we'll fall asleep
in each others' arms
Outside it's raining and inside
we're not thinking of world hunger and poverty
inequalites, deaths, prejudice, or homophobia
no, we're sleeping in each others' arms
with dreams of green meadows and yellow sun and
each other
on the tips of our eyelids.
and I'll cook us a plate of pasta
with red sauce and we'll have salad
with olive oil and red vinegar.
We'll drink it down with glasses of red wine
full-bodied and fragrant.
When we're done, you'll rinse the dishes and we'll
go to the family room to watch a movie we rented yesterday.
It will be praised by all the critics or maybe
by only a few, but we'll enjoy it regardless
On our soft couch afterwards we'll fall asleep
in each others' arms
Outside it's raining and inside
we're not thinking of world hunger and poverty
inequalites, deaths, prejudice, or homophobia
no, we're sleeping in each others' arms
with dreams of green meadows and yellow sun and
each other
on the tips of our eyelids.
posted by The pleasure seeker at 9:14 PM
1 Comments:
that was lovely, brian. LOVE it ;) (when i find something i "live," i'll let you know... like i "live" my car (yay i found something!)--- i LOVE that it's mine, has good gas mileage, a gorgeous sky blue color, and takes me all over the USA... but DON"T like that it is still a gas-guzzling environment killer (bike on, rock on!), and is constructed of pretty fragile metal (uncrashable, for crashing wrecks it in a flash of disturbingly beautiful blue).)
anyhow, your poem reminds me of waking in the middle of the night (actually, around 2 am or so) with jeff to the comfortable pit-pat of rain on the window outside. couldn't be happier that the rain is outside and i'm inside, with in the arms of someone wonderful who i love.
but, ode to material things
the pasta part makes me think of dorothy. she's really good at making pasta, thanks to diego's teachings. cooking in general makes me think of my mom...
leading to "dreams of domesticity."
i doubt i shall be dealing with that one anytime soon
just met a bum-traveller-hippy-wonderfulness-dude (like me, but a dude, not goddess) who has been "on the road" (truly, truly!) for about the past 6 years of his life (and he's only 26)... who agrees: i am young. the time is now. now, or never. though "never" does not exist, if you don't let it.
i will never succumb to the evils of never. :)
i miss you brian! we didn't get to spend enough time together while you were down in so-cal! poo... we shall hopefully see each other again in the near future
catch you later, in a smooth dream
luv, j
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