we lay in bed talking about nothing

till two came stomping up the stairs

raging on about nothing

one hot on his heels

what did you do to him?

nothing!
after breakfast you put music on

Adele, Sam Cooke, Joe Cocker, Emilie Sande

they had nothing in common

but us

eleven a.m. on a Saturday

dancing barefoot in the kitchen

pretending there was nothing

going on
i lolled between one and two

while you did nothing in the garden

got two’s help to move it to the garage

nothing in the fridge so we cobbled something together

nothing on tv so we watched an expert panel

arguing vehemently about nothing the government

was doing nothing about while we shook our heads

knowing nothing would change
slouching on the couch

nothing between us

but the dog

eight feet in the air

a howl and crash from upstairs

what happened??!

nothing!! in unison, too quick

what was that all about? nothing at all



we split a cider

yours straight from the bottle

mine from a champagne flute

making an occasion out of nothing

till we went to bed, in no hurry

we had nothing on
and there is nothing, absolutely nothing

i would change