gloamy. not gloomy. gloam.

my cbox is not working. boos~ am gloamy.

next week's itinerary:
monday - veg out day. fasting for prayer mtg tml.
tuesday - to school! results. find korneh. buy butterflies. 2.30pm meet slummi monkey. to jeryl's house to rock the foundations of our faith to a higher level.
wednesday - hacienda.
thursday to friday - serene and sarah and jess for shopping, pigout, book shopping.
saturday and sunday - tuition

riveted by the moon just now on the car-ride home.

the sliver of cold sterile
moon
sliced down
into the tangibly
fudgy
pliantly
homogeneously
quietly but squishily, and holey yet confoundedly, compactedlybreathinglyconchordantly
night sky.

it wasn't pulsatile
nor did it remind one of a serial killer's accomplice
stalking and skulking
keen and eager
panting, leering and spewing spittle
ready to draw
lifeblood from innocents -
no.
it was passive and unobtrusive
just sitting there quietly
not really doing anything. but it was poised like a devil's feline
i could measure its aeon-distance from me
but oh
it could, it could
lean down just a fraction

and suck me into its essence
it was so close.
i would be here just one moment
and
gone.

i can feel my soul
trying to huddle a little closer into the seat
perhaps it could meld into the staticky dusty fibres
and escape the naughty moon's gloating stare.

so there it hung on the thin but chowdery sky
gazing at me by the glint of its
wicked little knife eye
the rim of intent cuts through me
and makes me shiver

somewhere
i think i hear its cackle-

i quite like this. instead of typing it into my hard disk, i've decided to make this public property so that you guys can share (hopefully) the momentary panic i felt of the moon slicing me into half. haha. so this won't go into my Great Big Ambitious Planned Anthology of Poetry. haha :D