Just a Something'D - Nothing'D...
The...the
the indescribable
kicking of
one's plausible pulse
is usually described as
swallowed
infant-swallowed -
a swallowed collectible
a practicled'd
particle of
something. Yes or no...!
Know - I know
a nothing is
it's...it is...
something'd
allowed and advertised.
Stut...stutt...stuttering
move
my
emotions
forward
and - yes. No!
When...
i feel my hands shake.
I shake. I -
I can't write.
No! I know...
Yes, the indescribable -
it kicks in sometimes.
Once again,
I turn my head
from a nothing'd,
anything'd;
a something'd
something...
when I've
exhaled.
I exhale. No -
levilor slats
never
silhouette
a moonbeam.
Never!
I feel the pulse again.
I feel.
I know - NO!
I can't swallow.
I...
Miss Alice softly steps
upon my chest -
Mr. Carroll forgives
her fancied foot work.
Mona Lisa and her
queenly mad hatters
choreograph the finale.
It segues past the nothing'd
nothing of
no ones nothingness...
the melody
merely dances -
it dances -
it enhances - possibly,
beyond the something'd
something...
SOMETHING! -
when I..when I...
inhale.
GOD! -
Only when,
I inhale.
Maybe...
Gershwin's rhapsody
paints a
color-blinded
scalawag's eyes blue
and then -
everyone. No...
rather
everyone's...
understands.
Turning their heads
from a nothing'd
something'd -
a silent song
sings true.
Always...
always.
I've exhaled -
inhaled. At times...
and...and...
Only when...
only when.
No...no...no...
I think of nothing -
just nothing'd...
maybe...
I realize I'm
something'd
short
of a
no one'd -
collecting crumbs
from a beggar's
pocket. Never
never ever...
dining at the
simpleton's
something'd
round table.
Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2008
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