I have come to you after a while
after the second coming of nothingness
I keep on dreaming of nothingness
and my fears and inanity
I think of lines that when written could
well have been formidable
but they don’t come back to me
like some women, like
some moments spent with them
that were never mine

* * *

nothingness lolls about in neck
ties and prefers gin
to tonic and
whimpers in its
nothingness nothingness
writes, makes love, makes
small talk
is jealous, horny, hungry
and sedate all at the same time
sleeping always with
the same nothingness
nothingness is always like
the same nothingness