Nothingness

by Kenneth Vincent Walker

As a mad scientist persists
I delve into my work, my gift
And drift off into bliss half-
Awake and half-pissed. As

The sun rises or sets I have
No regrets and no regard for
The yards of paper and ink
That I collect to project my

Thoughts, before all who care
To listen, as I reflect on past
And future events surgically,
Meticulously inventing a new

Reality fermented and thus;
Cemented with Intent of the
Eternal as this world spins so
Boldly, woefully uncontrolled.

Out of my comfort zone, out
Of my flesh and bone to the
Tone deaf and dumb, all the
Little creatures on the run

So self-absorbed, oblivious
To how extremely short our
Time on this sphere truly is
As we fizz and evaporate

Possibly into nothingness.