This Head Is Open

-This Head is Open-
by
Keaton Foster



A can of mush
Spilled out nuts
This head is open
More physical
Than literal
What’s inside
When everything
Is poured out wide
Nothing
Not conventionally
But rather rhetorically
Stupid is as stupid does
And it was I
That willfully held the can opener
Each turn of its mechanism
Made me feel a bit more alive
Being alive
What an unfamiliar feeling
Such an untrue reason
That we must contend with
Life was given to each of us
Little else do I dare suggest
I of course knew
I without question understood
That such a loss of pressure
Would result in the end
A hell of a thing
The end that is
This head is open
What’s inside is nothing
Same as before
Dare I further suggest
Same as forever more
Life in the sense of a beat
Has nothing to do with
What I am being allowed to see
Clarity rings true
A beautiful understanding
At such a perilous intersection
Oh’ nothing
I wonder as I die
Do you dream
Wondrous would be a reply
There is of course none
This head is open
What is inside has come out
Nothing is the only God
Of all that soon remains…


This Head is Open
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013