Words have less to do
with ideas than actual things,
White, whiteness, and milk-whiteness
are three completely different distinctions,
and comprehension attributed to
connotation falls flat when you say
God.

His name, Empty,
not uttered, small White cot
upon which she rested, at last
—
gathp
—
good fortune, great life,
tangible reality
Destroyed honest(l)y.

Marks on page maneuver different directions
when meaning misrepresents reality.
Locke sent the message, Mill
tagged it, but oblivious you received it;

“Happiness, love, comfort. In no other
way would I have spent life than with you.”
How one can stumble at the Other’s
—
gathp
—
Crumble

A Milk White Whiteness washed over her,
whispered last words, tunneled vision.

The still sheet, face up, veiled eternally
the source of being loved vehemently,
he wept for new empty name.

He showed up, un announced, and

threw down his rake. He shrieked,

"Where's my money!?"     pause     "I wantnaw

it Nowon!" Easy,easy. Not worth It. Voice

s in my head whisper/dance excuse.    Oh!



A rock painted red, plastered to

my hand, fell with Finality. Gathp

What have I done     pause     I Need to

Hide it!   Disgust.   Animal.   Fabulous I Cage

d Locked Halp. They whisper still.    so?


I fantasize about it sometimes...

Hiding in My room, terror de murderer

"I heard the Thuds"     pause     "But I could

Not move.."  Gentle, now. Adhesion applications

serve best on 1 try. I lost count.    Row!


Time, dropped the ball, most a dem

What waste..Tears..mine? It just no,

"We are here always"     pause     "It is all

an illusion?" The man, this man, was/

is not worthy. His brain Melts.    Now

Listen

Will you wander.......whi/le I
will wander..............shy - I'll
Save you a tree stump, but buy me a limb.
I swear I'm not bleeding, dad,
dismissed on a whim.

"four score and seven years ago" he poached
"Teach me," moaned glamorous I...
iridescent eyed ash-fall that's so fetch.
So fetch? Dumb.

Beauty before age in my mined mind
still digging, a fool's gold "jackpot"
- reeling on a questionably marked
'x' - the spot. Kicked in reality?
Said staunch defender?
Be-bop zue-dot, absolutely not.

Plop that snot - gentle tho,
yet a youth - the tru might round
come to repeat last night's too
too late sun-slide skyset.
If only I could, would I would?
My head-throb, desistant it breaks.

Salt and Honey occupy my time.

M Gordon Meier

I'm a sleepyhead wonder bread
Count my ties and toss them out
Cause caring not meant daring not
And daring lot could beat and drop
Then our eyes met
And time then wept
When seconds wasted realized
They were without you

When you:    I'll:
Knock         Open
Yell             Report
Ask           Answer
Call          Reply
Nod        Grin
Write     Read
Wink    Smolder
Sing    Listen
Cry    Hold tight
Love You

Let me penguin you a pebble 
And poem you a porch swing.
I'll swap some skittles if you share your whipped cream 
Cause we're sweet
And you’re my hot desire (inferno-ed passion)
How can they tell me I’m not crazy
When there's heaven behind your lips
And windows to your soul
Oh! Them eyes doh 
Captivate my every thought, move, thought, word.
Thought: you make my world spin
But stand still when I’m with you
I’ve got the feels, by the way
In a way I can’t quite articulate
It's reaching the top step before noticing I've started climbing
It's walking half way to class before realizing you're the soundtrack I've been marching to
Then deciding it's best not to skip this song and trek on through this demi-silence 
It's falling asleep next you when there's no place.
Ever.
I'd rather be
You make me forget to breathe

I have one of mine.
Lets use a knife &
Moonlight

It was then I realized
Slumber did elude

I cannot tell
why the eye
fenestrated heights,
Perpetuated nights
Eternally Ethereal

racing
racing
racing
.FREEZE.
Proceed with caution
then revert
to beginnings

When will you Release the Balloons?

I never could have

Dreamed

of falling asleep

with you in my arms

but that’s ok

because now

all I need

is to close my eyes

and

Remember

If my heart could thirst

and words could quench

would you

monsoon   ?

Held* at

knifepoint up

wondering which way’s

down.

Because

pushing up

is enough

when you’ve always been

Beaten

*Down.

I am issuing a postmodern offensive on the retrocultural routine

an exhalation of postindustrial and reinstallation of irreproachable

Intertextual, multivocalities of the avant-garde and postcolonial others

dealing a degendered-(King)sian discourse on equality


This is an attack on normal

a breath of fresh air

A war cry of weirdos

a dagger to the fair

The pastimes of our youth

Become contrastingly vivid

As we climb

But our current situation

Reveals to drag us back

So we fall

It’s a meditation

An investigation

To someday break the chains

That hold us

And mold us

To who we are today

I – have this dream

Red and yellow swirls – across a field bathed in summery golden, sunset shine

Twisting and twirling, dancing together in love-faked hate

Some would call the roses two

Their colors different, they cant be one

But up from the ashes, as proof to the masses, denying the undeniable, THE undeniable truth, that not only were they equal, the same, but ONE according to their roots and ancestral bearings! That the time spent spending time in separation was in vain because all that was priory believed is now rendered unbelievable and all that wasn’t – is

I have this dream

That even though, the lights been off, we can turn to our inner glow

It slowly rises, rising slowly but surely, making sure its taking its time to make TIME the one thing it wont run out of

Because in this world of today

We have many more tomorrows

And tomorrow holds more promise than any of us dare to hope for today

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed

I have a dream today”

–

yea, I have this dream

But then I wake up

I push away the best case

Scenarios some strive and others **** for.

Hoping for the best, and feeling the worst

of a situation not nearly as

Completely

Absolutely

horrifying as I put it out to be

In my mind.

Welcome to a club I like to call

Thinkers anonymous

Take a seat, we’ll begin shortly

Promptly hoping to hope for something more acceptable to yourself and not the world a round be cause you feel the claws of reality and the socially accepted social norm of your time SINKING

Into your back

and dragging

You back

To reality