Nothin. Nothi.No. Nothing
I’ve been searching for pearls in the depths of a whiskey glass
Reconnaisance for alien life in the yellow contents of a brown vial
Needles have pierced into the skin planting seeds of contentment
Symphonies of electric melodies are child’s play
The music sounds like a tired swarm of bees
The coming elections are as hazy as dreams in his head
Nothing means anything.
Pastors’ hoarse shouts sound like horse sounds
Actors rehearsing before a show on Broadway
Broad is the way
One lie too many removes the greys
Work it. Work it. Work it.
Punch in those minutes.
Nothing. Except the bills must be paid.
She left me with nothing.