a short poem about nothing

nothing is
the tartan paint
on your chocolate aga

nothing is the only
friend of billy-no-mates
& my favourite subject

nothing is available
in pairs of one
or magenta

nothing is the sound
of brian blessed shouting
in the depths of space

as space is a vacuum
like a giant dyson
or a massive hoover

nothing is an egg
– the fool before the fall
or a poltergeist’s new shoes

nothing is the sway
of this ancient woodland
on this stagnant day

nothing is the total sum
of sweet fanny adams
plus fuck all

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