The Poet stands upon the partially lit stage with the audience below still pondering his words that still ring in the empty spaces. He speaks with one hand grasping the mic, pressing it close to his mouth. "This next poem is my last and it's only one word." Staring at the shoes of the front row of rigid people, he lets that sink in for a moment. "Digestion." A residual hum falls over the audience as their inaudible expressions of curiosity becomes audible together. The Poet slowly looks up from the shoes to look at the thoughtful looking faces attached, just staring until they've accepted the poem is over, and begins to walk off staring at his own shoes. Stopping mid stride, the Poet cups his hands and yells, "It means nothing!" The audience begins to applaud.

Pools of water in the yard
Congregations of people in temples to themselves
These dreams we share are unmeasurable
Just like their importance or meaning
Tic Tic Tic Tic Ding Click
It is the the hollow nature of a cup that allows it to hold substance
Intersections may cause crashes
But they also let us change direction
The secret to obscurity is to paint the simple as unobservable

How many different shades of blue do you know
Will you paint them all in front of this audience
Do the paints drip and glisten when others are around
when no one is around
If nobody bothers to notice it, is it still art
Does your easel slouch or stand on it's own
What naked devil sitting on his stool have you painted

The drunk sits in the corner with his machines
Both reliant on the substance within him
The typewriter needs his words to produce
the leaves of verse
The bracelet shackled to him measures the influence
in his body
Both are completely necessary

A foolish Coyote told me
That the cat does not always fall on her feet
Certainty never exists
And our language often fails us
For it was the prideful man
Who said he saw the sun rise

The simple differences
Make all the difference
The addition of a word
Punctuation left out
The geese a few inches off course
A couple degrees too hot
Have you ever seen a tidal wave in person?
How about the constant tides that eat at the shoreline
Like so many homeless in a soup line
Cancer manifests itself slowly over time
Each cigarette is another pebble on the scale

Who is in control
The man who pours the drink
Or the drink itself