Poem About Nothing

How am I doing so far?

The undergrowth is overgrown.

but, let's not talk about that now.

I think I'll watch some cars drag

racing today...nothing like the dream

of heavy machinery and gasoline.

Maybe I'll go to the Club 

and club a few. Maybe I could

take a photograph of a mountain.

Who will keep my snap shots

when I let them go, when they look

at the picture of some smiling face

they never knew? I won't care then.

The weather's changing again, as it

always mockingly does...laughing

into tears of rain. A volcano would 

be too much declaration 

announcement

reminder.

"Why can't we all just get along?"

I want to punch that guy,

fly away in a balloon, 

walk into the ocean,

throw my computer

away......

but even that doesn't happen.