Zero unmasked

When the cup runneth over
and plunges lemming like into
a sea the urchin struggles up
the bank to withdraw
lest it be forgotten
the sum of the parts of
the man that was an island
and still lapped at the gods
selfish in his outlook and
mailing into multiple boxes
seeking never finding
as they dance around a
ring that adorns the nipple
pierced and flaunted and
greased lovingly to aid
in the sustenance by pop
the music at odds with his kids
cashmered from the army
antics carried to far shore
of every thing in his life.

Thought like a curtain
drawn against the dark
pencilled on white board
as ennui wins through
and the bombs sail away
heavy in the laden air
sung softly to remind
or teach of life and love
zero