Things

life is an array of things...
things that money can buy,
things that go bling-bling,
and also certain things that dont die
but change forms
things that get you high
and alter decadent norms
surprising
tantalizing
mesmerizing
These little things,
these big little things,
and every other thing
hiding in between

You wake up to things
sleep on things
weep about things
eat things
drink things
think things...

there are things that hurt
things that tickle
things that make you smile
and yes... those silly little things
that you would want
to keep for a while

There are things that you doubt
that you think that you lack
sporadically lying about
deceptively arranged
in a pathetically neat stack

There are things that you kiss
those lovely singing lips
of some lost first love
things that made you hate
the things that you miss

You cannot own any thing
you cannot really take any thing
you cannot fake having something
or avoid having nothing

There are things that you desire
things on the OTHER side
things that you bury
and things that you flaunt
things that you fire
and things that make you worry
about the things that you hide

Beings clad in clothes are quiet something
strippers gyrating in motion are somehing
homeless woman lying naked is something
the emperors new clothes are something?

Ironically speaking
and thoughtlessly shrieking
those threaded clothes are nothing
but mere countenance for s o m e t h i n g

Is reality just some f@#$ing thing?

What about nothing?

Is there anything?

Atleast something