16 September 2007

Empty

I inhale smoke as though
it can fill the emptiness
but it drifts in
and blows out
and am left only
with destruction
and the possibility
of lung disease

I drink strong coffee as though
it can fill the emptiness
but I swallow it
and pee it out
and I am left only
with dehydration
and the possibility
of a sleepless night

2 comments:

carole said...

This poem is like a black comedy in miniature. It's sad but it also made me laugh. Sorry I've been too bust to stop by before. I've got a week before I must POST my eca.

Red said...

I'm still only putting early drafts and automatic writing on here, no finished pieces. But several of those early pieces of automatic writing are now influencing a larger something that I am working on - so perhaps it has been worth while after all.

Good luck with the ECA.
:-)