The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Nothing is in the room
waiting for the light switch click. Nothing’s inside that jar hiding. Nothing stands behind you. Nothing pulls you under. Nothing keeps you afloat. Nothing laughs as you flounder. Nothing sunk your boat. Nothing charges your phone. Nothing knows you’re home alone. Nothing whispers your name. Nothing feels the same. Nothing creates voodoo dolls & sticks pins in. Nothing gives out free hugs, & Nothing reaches in. Nothing takes the reins. Nothing calms the horses. We beg for Nothing. Nothing delivers. There is Nothing to be excited about. Nothing to see here. Ten cents per view. Get in the queue for Nothing. All hail monarch Nothing; dead butterfly, ragged wing. Everyone waits for Nothing. Nothing is certain. Where Nothing reigns, we have high speed trains bringing Nothing across country. Nothing stains. Nothing clogged the chimney flue. Your bill for Nothing is due. Make the checkout to Nothing, or Venmo Nothing. Nothing toppled the card house. Nothing spilled the glue. Nothing took the sewing needle. Nothing stabbed you. Nothing needs fixing. We stir, but Nothing’s mixing. Nothing exists, & Nothing is extinct. Nothing is straight, & Nothing is kinked. Nothing drinks from the hose. Nothing is exposed. Nothing is compelling. Thanks for Nothing. Nothing is something to be thankful for. Jamie Lee Knight is a super duper poet muppet hula hooper artist from the midwest living in Colorado. She planted too many tomato plants & now lives in a cherry tomato jungle gym. Send machete. Comments are closed.
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