< nothing >

[rayheinrich]

               

                                                                                       < nothing >
                                                                                 
                                                                                  there is nothing
                                                                                  between you
                                                                                  between the air
                                                                                  between the motion of the day
                                                                                  and the quiet of the floor

[billy]

i like the juxtaposition of nothing with the [you] the [air] and the [floor] the motion of day which is almost an absolute zero as far as substance goes,  a sort of negative E=MC2

the pic reminds me of weed which has connotations of nothing to an ex weedhead as myself.  has someone spiked my tonic water?

               

                                                                       < nothing >
                                                                 
                                                                 there is nothing
                                                                 between you
                                                                 between the air
                                                                 between the motion of the day
                                                                 and the quiet of the floor

[rayheinrich]

the pic reminds me of weed which has connotations of nothing to an ex weedhead as myself. 
has someone spiked my tonic water?

No, tonic water is supposed to taste that way.
It has nothing to do with the tonic water
and everything to do with people who like that shit.

And speaking of the good ole days of drugs:
When I was in the Army guys would come back from
Vietnam with coffee cans etc. full of black, gooey
opium sap. We'd smear little bits of it on our
grass. It really mellowed it out. Hmm... maybe
that's where the poem came from.