The Moon Eats Me in My Living Room

[billy]

the best poem of yours i've read so far.  weird title but it lets the reader know that it's a metaphorical poem (or at least gives the reader such hope) there's lots to like about the poem.

A silver bell hovers i'm presuming this is the moon, and if so it's a good image, maybe not the shape of it but the being of it.
above the skylight—
louder in the earth
than my ears.i think this 1st stanza rocks, it opens up the readers mind/imagination in so many ways. i like that it shows that sometimes we feel more than we hear. that the universal hum hum can also be felt

It sinks,
slowly through the ceiling
like a dime descending 
to the ocean floor another good stanza describing how the moon rises , and as such makes the light move downwards, good image that creates a soft/slow feel to the piece

then engulfs the colour is [then] needed?
off the off-white walls would [of] work better?
washed in my lamp’s vanilla cast something is making me fumble for the correct way of reading this stanza. mainly due to the last line

and piece by piece
pulls the whole house 
between it's lips. for me this metaphor doesn't work so well as you're under a skylight and presumably can only see the room's interior

Only me and it remain—
a sunless earth
stalked by the moon. great as it is. there's a feel of fear, maybe loneliness in this stanza that help ground the poem

I feel it's concaves [its]
colliding with mine.
like two tectonic plates the metaphor doesn't visually work as one slides under the other, how would two concave objects do the same?
uncompleting each other,
a hole inside a hole. i think this stanza tries a little bit too hard. all the good work has been done, i like the idea of a hole inside a hole and think it's a good finishing line. (excuse the pun) it's like two holes don't make a right.