The Moon Eats Me in My Living Room

[QDeathstar]

A silver bell hovers
above the skylight—
louder in the earth the title drew me in but the first stanza left me feeling empty.  I just feel turning the moon into a bell is a definite stretch, plus how can something hovering above a skylight be in the earth? The poem doesn't answer those questions.
than my ears.
It sinks,
slowly through the ceiling
like a dime descending 
to the ocean floor i love the sound of this stanza, but not the meaning. We moved on from bells to dimes without a thought, and why the ocean?
then engulfs the colour
off the off-white walls
washed in my lamp’s vanilla cast im trying with much difficulty to imagine a bell or a dime engulf the colour of walls, I just can't see it. perhaps it's not a bell or a dime or the moon?
and piece by piece
pulls the whole house 
between it's lips.  again I like the sounds but find the content lacking. You started by making the moon a bell but now it has lips. The metaphor doesn't work because you get bored of it and move on to easier things for the sake of sound.
Only me and it remain—is it the sunless earth or the moon? The pronoun needs clarification
a sunless earth
stalked by the moon.
I feel it's concaves
colliding with mine.
like two tectonic plates
uncompleting each other,
a hole inside a hole.  the last stanza is meaningless I think, or, at least can't make any meaning of it.  At best this comes off as saying you are one with the moon????  also, I think the hole in a hole thing is overused and cliches are a terrible place to end a poem.

it was a good read acoustically but I think it was a bit too shifty.