Nothing Happens

Birth, the course of your life,

learning, becoming somebody,

the complications and confusions,

accomplishments, accolades, the

smell of victory and the agony of

defeat, unstoppable self inflicted 

pleasure and pain, seeking meaning 

in meaningless activities, partying as

if there was something to celebrate, 

“meat eaters teeth” calling the plays

at sporting events, sooner or later,

death.

Flakey Foont:

“What’s it all mean, Mr. Natural?”

Mr. N.:   “It don’t mean shit.”

“No trudging through vast Arabies

of hot meaning…you just numbly

don’t get there.”  Kerouac