Miss Me

A get to know- a knowledge, the square root of something hidden

Forbidden

Like the poison berries eaten

By birds thieving

From mother nature's pantry.


Folly, a fool, a dime a dozen

Some drop dimes like I dropped acid

In the park

And waited for the repercussions, unknowing

That they would ripple out into spacetime

And tread through the dark.


Of the mind, morose, a macabre mentality

You speak of mortality

Verily, as no other, my love.


Love; a state of mind, like Nicks sang

But one undone

By false perception, pettiness, pretense, perfect, practice?

Practice patience, as the molasses slowly folds down the wall

From the epicenter

Of where you threw the heavy glass bomb

In the brick house.

House, a home, uncomfortably comfortable

Comfort, a distant memory, soon found

Under the crashing tide, running...

Hiding....

But where will I run to next?


Safety, I am safe with you...

But am I seen?

At times, crystal-clearly

Not.

(Seen and Unseen)

Forced protest against a wall of

Field test dummies

Playing with the idea of autonomy.


Decidedly; deadly, desired, devil's in the

Details

Playing with instant recalls

Can I trust the decals?

The definition of death, denied life

Mid-flight

And while I don't have to ponder,

"May I be a murderer?"

Maybe, many men like you,

All miss me...