Pointlessness is…

In a void
as vast & dark as
the heart of man

on a bluegreen ball

on a tiny island
just off the largest land mass
near a minor river
cutting in from a small sea

in a formerly glorious fishing town
that now smells of fish processing factories

on a side street
not even all the taxi drivers have heard of

I sit in my kitchen
with a stolen pen
trying to pin down parts of the infinite
for nobody.

Myself maybe.

And I’m
a fucking harsh
critic.