Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

 Two o`clock this
Wednesday afternoon protected by high walls

 the sun is too hot I
will have to wait till three before going back

out sit for half an hour getting a tan, my vanity knows no
limit.

I do not want to write today weaning myself of this feverish
drug

this internal conversation argumentative as an old Jew I
once knew

in Leeds.  I will
think of nothing but sadly fail to stop this stream of

 lava bubbling from
its crater the smell sulphur of rejected thoughts

that will one day prove me wrong and plants shall grow.

But I stray from the subject thinking of nothing, what is it
like? since

it can`t have any shape, form, smell or colour. Get up from
my

chair in the sun too quickly collide with the door and fall
unconscious

 into a void, so know
I know that nothing looks like nothing.