I’m empty.
Empty headed with
empty pockets
in an empty house.
I am filled with emptiness,
secreting and overflowing and
oozing from my pores.
I exhale emptiness with every breath,
filling the air and              
spreading the emptiness
through the streets,
through the trees,
like a hot and empty fire.
I am the arsonist
fueling the empty inferno
with my endless emptiness.
Empty seas
under empty skies.
Empty people
with dull and empty eyes.
Empty conversation
Empty gestures
Empty landscape
Empty sunset
Empty night
Empty dreams of emptiness
under empty stars in an empty void
until the empty sun rises
on another empty day
in another empty month
in another empty year
in an empty eternity.