A Lot Of Nothing

What’s sorta funny

Is though right now

It feels like I’m writing nothing

I’ve been writing a lot of nothing

So what feels like a dead period for me

Will ironically be a pretty prolific period

…

I’m not really sure

Where I’m going with this

(What’s new)

I guess I just got that itch

To write about nothing again

& then I started imagining

All these poems put into a book &

I realize I’m not even out of this mode

& I could probably publish a book already

Though I don’t know how interesting it would be

I don’t necessarily know it wouldn’t be

Since I don’t reread a lot of my old poetry

I will often miss the subliminal story

That even I’m unaware that I’m telling