"gathp" poems
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.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC