In the Footsteps of Giants

Written November 18, 2013 I'm a postmodernist in an existential environment Wondering what to do with nothing What's the meaning of life? To be swallowed up by entropy Imploding what it means to be alive Watch it rain down a marvelous parade Of lights and sounds of what surrounds To celebrate a Pound of Pynchon's pithy Two words one line No meaning at all Canvases as bare as the backs of bureaucrats Filling in the footsteps of giants Going toe to toe with Pynchon Feeling fists that Pound But it's too bad Got knocked out in the first round So as gravity pulls me down And rainbows surround Take me out by the crying lot Hang me by the tree that forgives Along the sidewalk that never ends