Monday 27 May 2013

Heard it before?



There’s the stuff about fame:

Spread your wings and fly
Achieve
Fame & fortune
Or at least your fifteen minutes
Make your mother proud

There’s the stuff about careers:

Live your life
By the books
Dotting the eyes and crossing the teas
Playing the game
Part of the rat race

But in the end:

Clichés pile up
The world keeps spinning
We close out eyes
And hope against hope

For just one
              original thought

Sunday 26 May 2013

A cube of black nothingness



A cube of black nothingness

We’re not sure where it’s come from

It just floats there,
a little above the floor,
staring at us through nothing eyes,
judging us through a nothing mind

We start to consider ourselves
how much we have in common with the nothing cube

As a result,
a nothing sound fills the room,
our eyes become nothing eyes staring at nothing
our minds have thoughts about nothing and fill with nothing


The nothing cube expands, then contracts as through it’s taking a breath,

then...

disappears into nothing