May 5, 2010

Absolutely Nothing by Osoanon Nimuss

Normally I try to stick to a regular setup for my posts, but yesterday I read (and reread several times) a poem called "Absolutely Nothing". It has been making me compare my life to this child's. What does it make you think about?



Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem

And he called it 'Chops'
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Autumn'
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

7 comments:

  1. it makes me think about how i still feel like a child sometimes. I still get lonely, and scared, and people just expect me to take care of myself because i am no longer a child. But I am not yet an adult either. It makes me think about my childhood, and how everything was simpler, happier and carefree. I guess i never really understood why my parents would tell me to enjoy being a child. Now I understand. I feel like this poem is describing the loss of innocence we go through as we grow up, and sometimes it happens too face and we cannot deal with it, as a result of this the person commits suicide. Beautiful poem! That comes from a beautiful book(:

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  2. I love this...sometimes this is how i feel...Luckily i have my boyfriend, the only person in this world i can count on. I Love Your blog! :))

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  5. it's soo sad. the end made me feel nostalgic and the last line made me realize so so much.
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  6. The poem is not written by "Osoanon Nimuss" Its written by Dr. Earl Reum

    And THIS version of the poem is written by "Patrick Comeaux"

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  7. Just so you all know, Osoanon Nimuss never existed in the first place. Say it out loud. Oh so anonymous. Osoanon Nimuss. Oh so anonymous. Osoanon Nimuss. It's by Dr. Earl Reum.

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