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Sunday, February 19, 2012

The Pleasures of Zero

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

Contemplate for a moment
the pleasures of zero,
in a strange uneasy pause
from your important life.

Belly button fuzz, dust mice,
stale chips in wrapper,
and long lost keys,
in furry fresco
under your couch.

Strange modern art forms,
swept nose wrinkled,
balls to bone
to the wastecan,
unrecorded for posterity.

Across the planet is a woman,
picking over dumpsters,
her favorite flowers
plucked from gravestones
wilting on her table.

Across the ocean
an anonymous man,
sleeps under papers and box
snoring a lullaby
for some subway train;

No deadline to mortgage,
or rolaids for lunch,
the quality of causality
light years and eons
to yours.

How does it strike you, friend?

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Old Comments

  • I love this!!! I spend a lot of time pondering belly-button fuzz and dust mice! You know, just… thinking… cheese

    Posted by julianyway  on  02/20  at  09:18 AM
  • Haha thanks:)

    I spend quite a bit of time doing that myself raspberry
    Thanks for the tag on this, it’s always such a luxury when people respond to something, isn’t it?

    Have a great day!

    Posted by Chalice_Divine  on  02/20  at  04:51 PM
  • Hip hop curb girls. Sweet! Nice poem.

    Posted by deminizer  on  02/21  at  08:08 PM
  • Thanks:)

    Posted by Chalice_Divine  on  02/21  at  11:46 PM
  • ‘snoring a lullaby
    for some subway train’

    Marvelous.

    Posted by StarLizard  on  05/03  at  02:46 PM
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