Having Coffee on Monday Morning

I have many words to say about many things

but they are not profound

or poetic

or perfect

or

much

of

anything at all.

They are just

the slow dronings

and hissings

and screechings

of the no thing ness

and emp ti nesss

That is so much a part of this life

or any life or NO life

That everyone feels and no one cares because life goes on

AND DEATH GOES ON

AND NO ONE EVER PAYS ATTENTION OR WONDERS WHY

So life goes on

and w a i t i n g goes on (what do we wait for ?)

and work goes on (what are we working for?)

and w a i t i n g goe-zzzz on (why do we wait?)

and nothing and everything go on and on together and apart

and death goes on

(this is what we wait for)

and it doesnt matter much to me

because i learned early on that no one and nothing ever matters

because all goes on

with or without me

or you

or you

or any of you

So I finish my coffee and smile.

© 1998 Stephanie Sylvia/Lazy Wuzzle Productions