Freeballin' and freewritin' and freefallin', this is the 2nd week, kids

That's right--second journal week. How disheartening does it feel to think that this is only the second week for these journals? How much of the semester has NOT gone by? Well, to cut to the chase--in a round about way--I went to Dragoncon this weekend, which was a fantastic experience that I would recommend to anyone. I wrote some things down that I heard there, and some ideas I had--just random pieces of poetry that came to mind, and I think my goal here is to piece some of those together to make a better poem. The basis for this poem is that I was talking to my friend and sister, when I heard what I thought was the phrase "Owls in Wonderland," which made me think immediately of ways to write about Owls in Wonderland, and so I have a bit of a list poem here. Hope you love it to pieces. Speaking of loving things to pieces, I am going to try to bring some Listener into this one. Great band by the way, Listener.

Owls in Wonderland
by: David Mathis

Swim in twisting currents, hell-bent by a white moon.
Are scavengers and they will eat a child.
Grope endlessly in the light with mottled tongues to reclaim dull consonants.
Shed lightly when agitated. The feathers are used to grow owl trees.
Never notice background noise until it is too late.
Eat their weight in krill--except when they are too busy eating crows.
Never sleep with an alarm clock and even when they do, they don't hit the snooze button.
Will never talk to strangers.
Have odd dressing habits. They can be found in fashion shows.


P.S. I love the word "Consonants" and am trying to be sparing in its use. I got the idea when I wrote this poem while trying to write a love poem--love poems are so damn sappy. Stay away from them.

Spiral
by: David Mathis

Churn, flipping flat edges to grind consonants together until flaring they crumble to powdery embers;
Those embers will feed starving villages for months on end until their mouths, full of ashes, clog.
The dull sun lists, grey rays slanting weakly over a razor edged horizon and a new day
reluctantly forces swollen eyes to focus.

Spiral.

P.P.S. consonants is such a cool word. Like.. capitulation, cacophony, chiaroscuro, caramel, parallelogram, lilting, lycanthrope, cystectomy (no idea what kind of surgery that even is), incessant, cycle, casserole, croissant, cybertron, Coriolis, and a host of other amazing words that I just think sound the coolest. Especially words that either self-alliterate, or that have both harsh and soft sounds, like Casserole. LISTEN TO HOW SOUNDS FIT TOGETHER!!!

P.P.P.S. I go on too long. this is getting excessive. language isn't all about making sense--sometimes, it is about how words sound when put together.

EDIT: I did not change it with pieces from Listener! YOU LET ME FORGET!!! I will do it next time. I promise.