My blank
is THE blank
It is the best blank
of all
No other blank
can hold a candle
to my blank
The simplest reason
is this one for sure
It is my blank
It is my blank
and your blank
should always be
the best blank
for you
If everything is
then everything is not
for nonexistence
is a state of existence
and that would seem
in the most extreme
to rip a big black gaping hole
right through the middle
of science, philosophy
and reality
because–poof!!
We are all
floating mystery boxes
filled with unique
personal scars
deep damage
mostly
tucked away from view
askew(ed)
Locked up tokens
mementos of the before times
not necessarily good
but better
than flashing sparks
of ironic plagues
skipped over in the flowing waters
of love
and loss
life
and the soy sauce
because IT chooses YOU
Anger and grief
utter disbelief
stone cold replicas
of hermit crabs
without their shells
it’s the hell we all achieve
we all perceive
We all perceive
from the inside-out
We create by holding on
or destroy by letting go
Yeah, you know
and now that it’s penned
it doesn’t much matter when
because John died at the end