Where is my mind?

I think I'm losing it. I'm kind of a wreck about my life. This weekend will be a nice escape, along with Toronto. Can't I just stay in Canada, get odd jobs like dish washing or something equally menial, and live out my youth?

On the upside (or extreme downside), I'm doing much more scribbling. It's nice to blow off some steam by writing something silly and poetic sounding. Meh, slightly more honest than anything I'd dare speak outloud.

post-symposium

I know who you love
And though I’m not included
I wish you another
Who knows you like I do

But does she know the curve of your hand in mine
Soft breathes slopping down an affectionate path
To your pleasant face

That I curse and maul
In swift, uneven thoughts
And darken purest visions
Of our callow youth

Should I fit you, force you in
Still after we have been severed
From undulating breast to withering chest

Of course, it should not settle on us
Where flowers cannot bloom
Because we are simple clowns
Carelessly turning chart-wheels in the air