Nothing Burger, by John Tischer

One side fits all.

Ran out of track

in a cul-de-sac…

handsome ransom…

Behold a pale,

dead horse;

beat it.

Oh! la-dee-da!

Oh! Nothing burger!

And, if the world ends,

no one there to care!

Even pyramids a cosmic

stitch in the Matrix!

Not all discos and fashion shows!


Who first thought: “eternity”


The first that didn’t live it?

What does it mean to just be?

Can you let it be?

“Be what? “

See what I mean?

If you wait long enough,

everything happens, so,

trying to create

a perfect state

is already too late.

Yes, a whole lot ‘o shaking

going on, and not much else.

Shake it up,

shake and bake,

pyramids icing on the cake

of a nothing burger.


I Can See Clearly Now

By John Tischer

I can see Hillary right now:
“If I ever get my hands on
that damned butterfly!”
hallucinating M&M’s as she
pours another glass of
Chardonnay…sparks and
the smell of burnt insulation…

drunk Mario World surrounded
by kaiso blocks…Martha and
the Vandellas; nowhere to run.
What would Jesus say? “Yeah,
I’m coming back…I’m the only
Savior that can use his hand
as a fucking whistle!!” (Sam)
I don’t think so.
Light is natural optimism…
deep dark depression…
elaborate circling helpless legions?
Final fairytale conceptual enterprise:

“Everything’s clear
when you’re cornered.” (Trungpa)