Nothing (Music for the Downtrodden)

 

Pauses in thought
     sound frozen
     light shocked still
               nothing.

No one's awake on the East coast.
No one's alive on the moon.

Simple silence
     hazy twilight

little downbeat
     music for the downtrodden
     for the lively, lonely masses.

     Fragmented snapshots
     of the human condition
framed in oak, faux-baroque
     by your mother.

There are moments
     you'd pay to hold onto,
     one's you'd pay to forget,
so at the end of the day
you could face them and say:
          "No Regrets. No Regrets."

No one's alive on the East coast.
No one's awake on the moon.

Yellow light bathes the fog
     like glitter.

No one dares to breathe,
     everything is just how they left it.
     How you'd like to destroy it
          just so you could repair it.
Just something to pass the time...
               nothing

quite like quiet neighbors
     like kind strangers
     like blind favors
terrified by the context.

No one's awake on the East coast.
No one's awake on the moon.

Strings of digits
     on pieces of crepe paper
          are all we are.
Who knew? Who could foresee?
What we are
     What are we?
               Nothing.

No one's alive on the East coast.
No one's alive on the moon.

What we are.
     What are we?
          Nothing.

Reviews

[Amelie Florence]

'Fragmented snapshots
of the human condition
framed in oak, faux-baroque
by your mother.'
Yellow light bathes the fog
like glitter.'

'No one dares to breathe,
everything is just how they left it.
How you'd like to destroy it
just so you could repair it.
Just something to pass the time...'

'Strings of digits
on pieces of crepe paper
are all we are.'

...gorgeous lines.

also the repetition/refrain here makes beautiful music. your attention to sound & rythym is immpecable.

[Donald Meikle]

Pretty blues, loved the DNA ending to what have we accomplished. Is that hieroglyphics in the pic?

[G. Cedillo]

read like lyrics to a radiohead song, i totally dig the "snapshot fragments" -=- a metaphor, symbol that is constantly reoccuring in my own poetry
i think it says something about my mind, my doubt, my love and certainty about all things - and the divisions in man
meh
great read,
thanks
= g -

[Wilicous]

i think you should stick with...No one's alive on the moon...awke on the moon?...fact:nobody has ever slept there...I love how you break this poem up...