< aspirational desire >

[vagabond]

my first thought was that  question of "what came first, egg or chicken"? maybe the real answer is “corn”?

this is interesting, can probably be interpreted in a lot of ways, so I decided to use the handy spoiler box to hide my guesses.

 
          < aspirational desire >
                                               
but did we forget the chicken?                 
 
letters
little bits of words                       
spread across spaces       nice double meaning
most times white            
sometimes darker          
                                               
little bits of
young life waiting impatiently to discover
and I
old
still waiting
still complicit in its discovery         “complicit” seems to make discovery a crime. knowledge as a burden?
 
                                               
cookbook schemes                instructions how to take on life  …..
ingredients listed
one by one
instructions appropriate             
ambiguous enough to define subconscious   ….. thwarted by the subconscious.
(anyway a great line, the ambiguous “defines” something nebulous.)
                                               
waiting
                                               
hidden in the thoughts of
class and politics and lovers          all heavy morality  just ingredient to a more simple thing?
                                               
mixed
the index of our despair
our expectation
                                               
dust              associating this with expectation it makes me think of crumbled expectations
(with no thought of ashes)          
                                               
we've launched our ingredients     
one by one
in letters
and little bits of words            
we string as necklaces
worn by worlds
and necks too little to be considered            somehow makes me think the necks are strangled as they are tied, together with the worlds, by these necklaces…a metaphor for high expectations  in oneself or in others or by others?

tiny foods              little bits of words...  words only describe food or form an idea about it, like some potential, like germ cells,  so thoughts/ words as some precursor of eggs?
too small to eat
strewn across lives             
of abundance and scarcity
one by one
the new waiting            .. as they have no idea or no certain idea (yet)
the old expecting          .. as experience has given them ideas, and with them expectations (be they positive or negative)
                                               
"there's the sun!" you say
amazed
each time it rises
and the chicken        the chicken as a metaphor for … something to do with instinct/ base needs?
forgotten in our aspiration
walking its jerky walk
eyeing bits of corn you've thrown      corn: metaphor for what feeds desire ?
spread                               
across our yard
its earth below grass
its green above brown            ok green could be hope. brown is harder to interpret: decomposed expectations, shitty experiences, when I think about the circle of life the soil in fact is what we´re composed of as well.                                               
small bits of need                          
aspirations of dinner                       hope for fulfillment of desire?
abundance and want
both touched and desired
smooth surface of flesh                     
across breasts and through thighs       
of chickens
of yours    
sometimes white
sometimes darker                eggs.. perfectly white or stained