new post

i got bored
seeing as how

there were only
a few new
posts (though
they were good
ones don't
get me wrong)

and decided to write a
poem
in the modern style

only i had
nothing
much to say

so i wrote
something
about duality
and angst

forgetfulness
and the empty
organic
reaches of space

and how silence
worms itself in so
deeply that i
give up on
these words:

whereupon you
said (acknowledging
your debt to
cohen)

this is not
silence

this is another poem

and handed it
back.