Saturday, April 11, 2009

Ontological Boilerplate

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

So the newspaper says,
“The aluminum spandrels with their accordion-like zigzags were dulled by car exhaust.”
just around the corner begin was engineering a coup d'état to overthrow the end
but the pigeons weren’t taking sides just yet
like a strand of alfalfa in the hair
or a chipped-off piece of rebar rust lying in the gutter
some things make for shitty bedfellows

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

take a survey and tell them where to put the new bathrooms in the park
take your time
bite your lower lip while scratching your head
get a dollar and a dream and be ready to flee at any moment
there are not pockmarks in the rubble

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

fistulas and runnels and rivulets and fault lines and mohair suits
uncle Charlie spits at switch hitters
carry yourself away
but don’t get too caught up in the tide of things
become a cliffhanger instead

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

a gadabout slowly circling the fire of consumerism aglow with the flames of hope
giddy bellhops and overrated ticket-takers
and the swell stink of sinking hearts
staying put to get away

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

on a par with smoking a whole pack of Parliament Lights before supper
a cumbersome coat of nervousness lined with anxiety
placating the grogginess of being with bored yawns
upsetting the institutions of motion with the confetti of ideas
about or just about like eating after-dinner mints for breakfast
the final greatness of being wishful

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

pinched fabric in the nerves of needles
that time of day when the sun starts melting and flowers start folding up shop
one-hitters
safety nets
and the brake lights flash

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

the subtleties of breakdancing on blond-brick parkways
inquisitions of stop-and-go traffic
plagiarized vulgarity being shouted from rooftops of insurrection
a game of keepaway

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

before the commercials started there was a point when the heightening of the dramatic tension became almost unbearable if not unendurable and we held hands then at this point because it wasn’t too good to be alone just then or it at least didn’t seem like it but then a commercial came on and we released hands forever losing something which we never knew we had had in the first place

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

the light from the light bulb creeps
there is usually nothing unusual about wrapping presents in wrapping paper
seesaws work best with others
when it is not true that one might pay dearly for cheap labor
then the horses can all go out to pasture
as far as the horses are concerned
leave a trail behind so you will know why you’ve been apprehended

I am nothing
I am no one
I do not matter

listen
chances are that you are missing something
be dire and be insecure if you must
cup a hand behind an ear
reinvent yourself with irrelevance
but most importantly
listen

I am nothing

take my word for it

I am no one

don't behave yourself

I do not matter

be constantly aware that you are alive