My Offer to Eternity
(Or a Piece Thereof)
I’m a dullard, I
think,
made aware by the
words
I write, the thoughts
I
think, the lines I am
reading, day in, day
out. So I make a
name for myself
(I like to think).
Like Dullard or
Atrocity or
Ambush. What
could such a body
behind such a name
have to offer? I can-
not (cannot)
call. My
name. My name is.
This morning my
name was. Nobody
answers. Nobody
picks up the phone.
How (oh, how?) do
I offer my soul (my
soul?) to that nobody
in response? To no
response, my soul is
now gone, because
no reply. No reply
at all. A nothing a
nothing. A nothing
to a nothing says
so. Says that I need
to enjoy the life that
Please can you say
that to me? I need it
almost imperatively.
