this is nothing
they always ask
"whats wrong?"
they asks, probeing me
wanting answers
always "nothing"
pull the walls in around me
like a war game
can't let them in
"i'm just thinking"
thoughts, ideas, daydreams"
what?"
why what? why not why?
why not how?
confined by ideological boundaries
why not when?
remembering the past
daydreaming my future
but it's not why or how or when
always "what"
and so always "nothing"
it is nothing
nothing of consequence
or relevance
or importance
not to you
not really of you
just your fingers dripping with me
or me dripping with you
but these things are not
not now
not ever
not with you
nothing
always
posted by kronleo @ 11:02 PM
1 Comments:
I like...profoud yet sensual...:)...I like the maze of interoggatives too...reminded me of a joke i read...i know has nothing to do with the poem...but my tangential mind works i wierd ways :
This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done
:)
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