the nothing man
Posted: December 23rd, 2013, 2:48 pm
the nothing man puts one foot in front of the other
his morning meanders - his evening strolls
he calls himself a flaneur, an observer
but his introspection precludes observation
still, it sounds impressive
mythologies are not built in a day
nor do they die easily
they adapt - they reconfigure
they morph into religion
the nothing man is a religion of one
in a world of apostates, he is a true believer
he adheres to the faith (watch it, he's crafty)
he reinvents, he scratches his head
he is thinking about thinking
and always comes up with something
did I say that he was a flaneur?
confronted by his failures
he has sworn off ambition
he writes poems about poems
he lies through decayed teeth
the nothing man has much to confess
but confesses nothing
when everyone knows the truth
there is nothing left to confess
his morning meanders - his evening strolls
he calls himself a flaneur, an observer
but his introspection precludes observation
still, it sounds impressive
mythologies are not built in a day
nor do they die easily
they adapt - they reconfigure
they morph into religion
the nothing man is a religion of one
in a world of apostates, he is a true believer
he adheres to the faith (watch it, he's crafty)
he reinvents, he scratches his head
he is thinking about thinking
and always comes up with something
did I say that he was a flaneur?
confronted by his failures
he has sworn off ambition
he writes poems about poems
he lies through decayed teeth
the nothing man has much to confess
but confesses nothing
when everyone knows the truth
there is nothing left to confess