a meeting

 give me music

 that shakes my soul,

give me rattles 

and 

drums 

that are way too big

to be comfortable around.

                    

                     The critic dances gleefully

                     as it surmounts the damage,

                     appraisal of a lesser sort

                     would  not be seemly at this time.

give me glasses to shatter

and plates to break

and food
and excrement
to throw

                             Authoritarian reinforcements are

                              being called in, as we speak.

                              we can not have this...

                               unacceptable behavior.

give me air

let me breathe in

the smell of life,

no dilution.

   

                                 No.

give me fire

let me feel the heat

of my own body

and the light of

my soul.

                               No.

my needs have
been said.
i love you and
you can join me
in expressing these
if you wish to,
but i do not need
your permission.
come with me,
and dance on top of water
under the night sky,
stars singing a love song.
come with me.

                                                 No.

                                          

                                                 I am afraid of falling into the water,

                                                 of the sky crashing down,

                                                 and the stars secretly mocking us with their song.

                                                 i am afraid the water will turn to sludge,

                                                 the sky will fall away, and there is nothing

                                                 but white emptiness on the 'other side'.

                                                 i'm afraid this isn't the real world,

                                                 and that we are just wasting time over here,

                                                 on this side of the paper thin wall.