Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Nothing

Sodom,
that wizened old vigneron
with such mischievous eyes,
produced an overflow of
vintage hedonism,
a beautiful shiraz
that so pleased the circus
we drank long and deep
becoming a malaise of pleasure,
completely lost in ourselves,
forgetting our very humanity,
gorging on angels
desiring more,
taking our fill of everything,
caring for no one,
dulled,
blurred,
blended
to a nothing.

Β©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

26 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, poem

26 responses to “Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Unfortunately the case.

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  2. Nothing is everything….. πŸ’–

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Tom Darby

    So you took a walk through the nearby city, eh?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Looks like a fun party.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Yes. It is easy to get lost in the music.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Too much of a good thing, oh maligned Shiraz!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. lync56

    Great insightful poem

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    Liked by 1 person

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