absence of essence

Poster smoking boy with eagle

perhaps waiting for
that god to return and play
me like a
machine

who can I address
they all still believe in something
and I have this runaway course
poetry is my SOS cry!

I am not creating a worldview
I have an assembly line of doubts
working day and night
in the sweatshop of my
irrelevance

if you see me one day
half-dazed under an adjacent
shadow
compare the intangibility
between that shadow and me
compared our borrowed existence
the shadow merely the absence of light
on an extraneous surface, I an absence of essence
for a superficial world

if you see me one day
near the docks
you’ll see that my dreams
are not voyagers
they are seagulls
suspended in dead
air

 

nihilistic poetry