THE NOTHING OF NOTHING by Dennis Doph
but I survived. 5
In this life
When most of what's Out There deserves to be junked
When most of what's active is in fact defunct
With all these studs busy pumping and buffing
They are just representing the Nothing of Nothing.
Nothing is when Jennifer Aniston demands to attract
Then insists she can actually act.
Nothing is Sarah Palin ramping her control from
Park Mode to Rapid
Then coming off as intellectually vapid.
Absolutely nothing is Jake Gyllenhaal attempting
to be a Persian hunk
Looking like a fool and downright punk.
Nothing is opera diva Renee Fleming shaking her booty
Intoning deathless dithyrambs from Death Cab for Cutie.
WAY nothing is opting for a state capitol on a dare
Winding up in South Dakota in a town called Pierre.
Nothing is Universal Pictures attempting a hit
always winding up with an overpriced piece of shit.
Nothing,nothing, nothing are the attempts of librarians
Trying to fight the Market Values of fucked-up Libertarians.
Nothing is a bitch like Lady Gaga trying to place
Herself alongside Tony Bennett and falling on her face.
Nawwwwwww-thing is the continuing demand of
major studio bosses
To make movies out of video games, and come up with losses.
Something
Is this New Age painfully waiting to pass
While Obama makes nice and sends Hillary out to kick ass.
Something is Zionists
Trying to ace out the Turks
When the Ottoman Empire is rising again
And nothing the ZZZZZZ's do
works.
Nothing is all these Thyroid Cases acting hyper
over a little barely pubing piece of shit like
Justin Beiber.
Something is the feeling of dread I feel clutching
my vitals
When I try to watch a mainstream movie without
subtitles.
Nothing is the expensive French cream I spread
all over my face
Trying to make 45 years of hard living erase.
Something is the furtive organ buried in my pubic hair
Which becomes More than Something when I let him out
for air.
Nothing is the cold white space that the base for this poem
entails
Something is my rage when my intimates and relatives
ignore my e-mails.
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