Against all odds, this turned out to be a curiously productive day. So I’ve decided (although, admittedly, a bit half-heartedly) to share my newest poem with the world. For what it’s worth. And look, I’ve even added a (not very creative) photo-illustration of my own devising!
Nothing
by yours truly
Behind a maze of smiles
Our selves, cryptically, bleedingly
Intertwined – though farther apart
Than ever.
Smiles are nothing.
What does it matter that we pave
Bridges with shining teeth
And searching tongues?
Cities collapse under those bridges
Our minds collapse.
There’s nothing you and I
Will sacrifice for the sake
Of a frail and wishful approach.
Our smiles mean nothing.
Your smile is nothing.
Bridges are nothing but holes.
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 