NADA poem

Nada

"Nothing is more real than nothing"
--Samuel Beckett

Look hard. There is nothing inside.
No Cracker-Jack prize

deep and promising in the marrow of you.
We are known only by the body:

the mind's Igor skulking about,
errand boy for the articulation of you.

Choices are like kisses little suck, a pulling
action that defines matter more. Yet

some youd like to disown, like a person
who rolls from the bed of a one-night

stand believing she takes nothing
with her, no smell of earth clinging

to the crotch of her jeans. Stars
dont complain that they do not wish

to burn and therefore believe
they are cold streams. See yourself

always at mid day with the shades open
and, somewhere, the sound of a lawn mower

chewing. Dont dawdle at night and never
under the full moon: a cunning lullaby

of the eternal. You are walking on a planet
made of the dead--cousins slipped into the skin

of the earth, seers of the same sky, living
in the compost of their hushed creations.

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[jamesraymondsmith]

if only my mind's igor could be marty feldman,

[tinySpectacle]

@jamesraymondsmith Marty Feldman makes a good igor.

[jcmegabyte]

Hmmm I missed this one somehow.. I particularly like these works which relate to, and associate humanity and earth. It's always been one of the ways I see things from a "sitting on the outside looking in" (or soaring overhead looking down as the case may be) perspective. HNY! ..in case I didn't wish you one previously =)

[tinySpectacle]

Thank you so much for taking the time with this. I too like that theme and consciously try to break from it in some poems so I don't just tell the same story over and over...but not in this one! And HNY to you too.

[Professoranton]

Please check out my playllist on Nothing or Sartre

[andrewnorris1]

Cousins slipped into the skin of the earth, that is a wonderful line

[RayneDrops4Ever]

You never cease to inspire me:-)

[pstaight]

This one rolls around in the surreal. There is no scene, only props flickering like shadows on the back of a cave wall. The plot explains that there are permanent things and we are not one of them. All dirt was probably once something alive and we are obstinate of our temporary nature even when the smell clings to us.

[tinySpectacle]

Thank you so much. That is one of my favorite lines in here. I kept trying to figure out how to say it!