Nature Poem

nothing, nowhere, noone

totally inexplicable, three misinterpretations, set back from an horror fright, as followsnothing, nowhere, noone.At least there are things worth mentioning.like one of those cofee cup conventions.one from the day before, one from yesterdayand one for today.each one share the same feeling of being half filled.The presence of a forth item, i.e. french press, fucks the whole stiuation up.it suggests the presence of a maker, who took a few sips of subsequent daily rashes.no-everything tastes like black cofee.untill reasonfinds a better season. celine charcoal