White
This is the blank page —
it owns the damn place.
Lie is white
It stains your lungs like secondhand smoke.
it tastes like sugarless gum.
It drips from the ceilings,
slides down the walls,
pools at your feet,
and you don’t even notice you’re drowning.
It’s the billboard on the freeway,
the one you don’t remember reading,
It’s the job application you never finish.
The silence after “We’ll call you.”
Lie is white in 1080p,
Lie is white in high resolution,
Lie is white in the comments section
Where no one listens.
Don’t mistake terms for conditions.
The razor veil hums, slicing the skin.
The vending machine ate your coin.
Smile caught in a lie.
Stay. Swarm. Wasteland of missed roads.
Headlines stamp the future.
Porcelain tea party, prepackaged news
shrink-wrapped in sterile ribbon,
delivered to the self detonated world
“Buy now.”
“Act now.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Don’t think.”
Lie is white
The billboard preacher in the tuxedo
Lie is white
face blurred to death
selling a feeling he never had.
Lie is white.
It’s the morning news,
the evening news,
the breaking news,
the news you didn’t ask for,
the news you didn’t want.
Lie is white and it’s always on time.
Could you recognize it when surface is so clean
in absorbing nothing mannequin eyes,
in the folds of the wedding dress
(engaged with “never ever”).
Lie is white
In the gloss of polished counters
Is this surface too perfect to care?
Silence becomes a profit (prophet)
with no fingerprints.
Us just an aberration of intention
when lies are so white.