“It’s a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word.” – Andrew Jackson
“I love talking about nothing. It’s the only thing I know anything about.” – Oscar Wilde
This is the flavor I captured from Wilde’s quote, distilled through the membrane of my cerebrum and spread back out with the brush of free verse:
“Nothing to Say”
“Experiencing a little confusion is
Having nothing to say is
Waiting
What um huh i
Just sat down let me
Crack this beer first
Oh yeah i was going to write that
That i can’t think what to write so the
Spaces in between motion
Create motion of their own
And i jones for a dip (won’t take it)
And sip beer in the back of the library
Trying to remember what i was going to say.
Pry nothin.”
-ps>flux, feb 2010