Poemless
I was going to write a poem

but there's nothing to say.

Staring back at me
a white blizzard snarls on an 
empty white page in defiance.

I used to be creative.

Hello?
Anybody home?
God it's really quiet.
I'd start a riot.
But there's no 
cause...
 

                                                                                                    Like with big bangs
                                                                                  that explode out of
                                                                                           NOTHING
                                                                                 and bloom space-time,
                                                                                                          and stars and matter 
                                                                                                that expand forever into
                                                                                                 galaxies of iridescent hues 
                                                                                            spiraling and spinning
                                                                                    to an originous symphony
                                                                                               of madness and order...

                                                                                                No, there is nothing.
                                                                                                     I am empty
                                                                                                     I am a void
                                                                                                        I AM
                                                                                                 (nothing more)

                                                                                                               Oh look!
                                                                                                      Over in the emptiness...

                                                                                                   I think I see a poem now.


© 1998 by David Bozzi
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