Ode to Nonsense Poets
There is no when
if time is an illusion.
We are stranded then
in a state of confusion.
If mirages are your thing
illusions are good for you.
Nothing real is happening;
hardly anything is true.
In a state of constant doubt
you are convinced of nothing.
Your poems are like a spout
from which nonsense is gushing.
If you think nonsense is fun,
hello, i’m another one.

Walt Abbott–7-24-08