“N.N.N.” by Richard F. Yates

The crowd was fiercely calm
A swept sea of petrified indignation
And concrete hair
There wasn’t enough sweat in the world…
She/He approached the podium
Kicked the tires
Coughed
And blew bubbles to calm the kids
“We are the N.N.N.” His/Her eyes ablaze
The fires were quickly extinguished
The volunteer extinguishers again seated
A smoke ring blown
She/He continued:
“Nothing No-one Nowhere” a grin
“333 times better than lesser letters”
And He/She climbed across the podium
Into the projection screen
And vanished
The crowd yawned and burbled
There was the unmistakable air of stale expectation
And a loss of table manners
Bordering on the sublime

(for Steffen)

—Richard F. Yates

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About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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