Touch--
This, bliss of tactile trust;
Ignorance in a dusty bottle labeled Kirin.
Drink away your nothing,
Become nothing.
Better than foolish wisdom.
Words are meaningless without power and
those who shield it carry swords of lead, but
empty satisfaction is weightless.
No regret or acid disappointment
when life is a drink away, and
dreams are a step from unconsciousness.
No troubles of goals or higher inspiration,
waking up to bitter coffee and cold tea,
doused with laxatives and Corona; and
maybe a touch of doubt.
Some day is the today, ‘cause
with a sweaty filler in one balmy hand and
yesterday’s memories—
nothingness is sometimes best.
