The Tender Milk of the Sun
The Tender Milk of the Sun
By Joe Cloyd
A guy
Can get
Real
Thirsty
And sometimes you
Need to
Drink in
The tender milk of the sun
And it’s sad
When it isn’t
There
But now
That it’s out
Let it…
The sun
Pour
Over my
Eyes
Like dusty
Marbles
Like rotten
Peas
Let it
Moisten
Over my
Nostrils
Like false
Oracles
Let me
Inhale
It in to
Loosen
The snot
Like
Dried
Sludge
Let it
Slide
Over my
Lips
And
Flow
Into my
Mouth
Like an
Overheated
Carburetor
Like a
Barren
Swamp
Of old
Old cigarette
Butts
And dead
Frogs
And now
That it’s out
I will walk
And open my fist
Full of sobs
And hold it away
From my
Heart
And I
Will
Let that
Pour
Too
sugar &spice and everything nice. i never thought this day would come, but i like this poem. minimalistic in a danny johnston kinda way. i relate to the snot bits. good job joe cloyd!
I’ll join you in that low-end of the spectrum Asburger’s angst–let’s grow mustachios like Nietzche and plaster ‘Hell is other people’ bumper stickers on over-accelerating Toyotas! The Sun’s milk, or fulfilling social engagement, is an elusive and sometimes frustatingly earned mixed pot of blessings that leaves one gaunt and even more isolated on that lost island of Hawaiian volcano epistemology.
Happy belated birthday by the way! Isn’t it sad that life is more than who we are? That’s how i look at it at times–growth and diminishment and ornate knightly armor opposed to fly paper–let’s go on a quest together and share tales!
Very worthwhile poem–i was impressed by the confessionalism and title/poem tie-in. keep it up! rage rage against the burning of the light! …and rage against the machine!