my nothingness

spinning words, flow rapidly from my mouth

with literature references dripping as if

they were some preconceived rhetoric

for your pleasure

pleasure from words but I am not that smart, 

as I sit and stare at the decaying, shambles 

of what we have and tears are flowing from 

eyeless sockets listless from your image

images of pastoral rendezvouses cloud

my thoughts from sunshine smiles

that you can't help to wear

as you try not to laugh

I love how you try to suppress that laugh

and I can tell how turned on you are

from these foolish words that flow 

from my nothingness