M Gordon Meier Poems

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
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I'm having an #existentialmeltdown, irony implied, pun intended

A concentration on alienation and that's a fact, whether it matters or not, based on the calculated casualties of Sartre and Camus
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If my heart *could* thirst

and words *could* quench
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Last night

my eyes
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You make about as much sense to me as
lemon head choir,
bike tire blues,
and screen door silence.
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I am issuing a postmodern offensive on the retrocultural routine

an exhalation of postindustrial and reinstallation of irreproachable
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