Nothing to Say

Humanity,
Shuffling through the street,
Watching TV,
Driving cars,
All with nothing to say,
And yet so quiet about it,
As if they don’t even see it as a problem,
The “despair of not being in despair."

No, if you have nothing to say,
That’s a stage-four symptom of something deadly;
You should be crying for help.
Shout it from the rooftops:
"I have nothing to say,
Oh, sweet Jesus, I have nothing to say.”
If you have nothing to say,
I want to hear you say it.
We all need to hear it.

Scribble it on the wall beneath the railroad track,
Wear it on a tee shirt,
Or flash it to someone with a knowing look—
Even a glare would do.
Form secret societies,
And murmur about it.
Take that first step.

Let all the people who have nothing to say
Join together
And march on Washington:
“We have nothing to say,
Goddamnit,
And we’re gonna say it!”

Nothing to say is reason to scream.
Scream until the bubble explodes:
Who knows what mystery might burst forth?
Nothing to say—
Bang!

Creatio ex nihilo.

The stars have nothing to say.
Life has nothing to say.
Lovers have nothing to say.

There is nothing to say,
But that’s no excuse
For going about it in completely the wrong way!
From the silence of unconsciousness
We must rescue the silence of awareness.