A Poem About Nothing in Particular

A Poem About Nothing in Particular



Thoughts fly about my head today
Many thoughts want me to die
of hideous disease
that makes me feel sad everyday
(How's that about nothing?)

Many thoughts are pulling for me to
Keep writing

So I keep writing
Poems here and there and everywhere
And stories of corrals and painters of
Pointillist ilk
How does a pointillist artist keep it all
Straight in his head?

Surely I can use a few pointers
On this subject
How about a few more nothings to
talk about?

I can't think of other thoughts
These are the visitors
That came from looking at my Twitter account
They invade my consciousness
And want to use my loo
It's a ridiculous thought
Isn't it?

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