Too many words wasted;
when only one will do.
In these silent spaces
between each dusk and dawn.

Rising blues crescendo –
Oh wait! I know this song:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Wide open bedroom window
lets in the pouring rain;
Cats in the kitchen yowling
the bowls are empty again

Why should I even bother
to get up and out of this bed?
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

Purple phone keeps ringing
all over the sodden floors;
Seems no one dared answer it
before the floors got wet.

My pillows do feel poorly
and barely hold up my thoughts;
Why is there no body here
when the party is well begun?

See how I swing to the rhythmic
throbbing of words inside my head:
I don’t matter to anyone
and nobody matters to me!

one plus one
makes more than was
merging into one
spawning ones
exponentially
unattainable

one alone
remains uneven
when rounded down
becomes zero
infinitesimally
describing me.

I hear you
yet I cannot fathom
what it is you mean
scrambled symbols
broken zeitgeist zodiac
racing across the moon

this one says
yes I do
that one says
I don’t

neither either
here nor there
dare to speak
the secrets
that they keep

I see you
and still it’s true
that no matter all the words you say
it simply is untrue

pulled back
one layer at a time
leaving bare
hidden treasure
and now
I indulgently need
to touch

one speck spiralling
buzzing near my head
damned annoying bug

I stretch, I swat, I flail
failing to connect
and then it escalates

two specks spiralling
hunting for bare skin
then there is a third

and then the swarm descends
making us all flee!