Treasure Island

Raj Arumugam


a poem about nothing


1
caution:
be warned at the outset
this poem is about nothing;
that is,
it is
about ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
about bing-bong-bing-bong-bing;
just terribly about nothing


about nothing this poem is;
that is, there is No Thing
no matter or anti-matter
in this verse that only grows
better and better
into zilch and zero
and so is most logically therefore
about nothing;
that is,
it is
about ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
about bing-bong-bing-bong-bing;
just terribly about nothing



2
and of course
the apologists and admirers
may seek some profundity
even in this Dada absurdity
but I must leave you
you ding-dongs
giving the kiss of life to dead earthworms
and so I leave you to
your eternal confound-ity




3
and the critics from the left
might pounce
and might utter
with much solemnity:
but aren’t all your poems
about nothing?


well, you zombies,
then this is certainly not the first
of my no-things
and neither have you seen the last;
thank you very much



and the critics from the right
might pounce
and might jeer
with indecent profanity:
but isn’t all poetry
about sweet nothings?


and my most prosaic answer is:
well, then you, liverless louts,
countless in life are rewarded for nothings
and you vote in leaders for nothing;
countless nations are run on nothing
and great businesses earn money on nothing;
why then, you one-eyed wimps,
and you weakling hypocrites
why then do you jeer at
poet-innocents who are content
to openly propagate nothing?




4
a reminder

this poem is about nothing;
that is,
it is
about ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
about bing-bong-bing-bong-bing;
just terribly about nothing




unnecessary repetition

for maximum irritation:
this poem is about nothing;
that is,
it is
about ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
about bing-bong-bing-bong-bing;
just shockingly about nothing




5
conclusion

still this nothing-poem aspires
to the pages
of the Complete Works of Poet Nothing

Submitted: Thursday, October 08, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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  • Kesav Easwaran (10/9/2009 5:34:00 AM)

    nothingness has its sweet presence its own individuality ironically in everything...more so in this poem lines...thanks...10 (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (10/8/2009 11:32:00 AM)

    /why then, you one-eyed wimps,
    and you weakling hypocrites
    why then do you jeer at
    poet-innocents who are content
    to openly propagate nothing? '
    Raj, you sure used up a lot of genius lines to write about absolutely nothing!
    That's what makes it so entertaining! (smile) (Report) Reply

  • rago rago (10/8/2009 4:22:00 AM)

    nothing is more about nothing............nothing said in a nice nothing way...... (Report) Reply

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