Dogs 2008

NOTHING
(2/10/08)


it's not
so much
that there isn't
anything
to write

life
unravels
in all
of its convoluted forms
about me
each
and every
day

I simply
do not see
any new spin
to put
on the same
sad
revolutions

at times
the word
is like launching
tiny little voyagers
out into the void
hoping
for someone
of like mind
to pick them up
smile
and maybe
search back
for their origin

at others
the word
is a purge
diffusing
any unwise action
or unkind utterance
before the sun
can expose
my lack of understanding
to the living
beings
in my vicinity

most times
however
the word
for me
is simply CPR
a last ditch attempt
to force some life
back into
this heart
these lungs
before I go
dying
down
into
that next drink

tonight
the word
shows me
that even in its absence
there's a presence
thatn I cannot
deny