Announcements and scattered
information of little consequence,
offers for things I don’t need 
or hadn’t even considered, and 
now make no sense. 
Random requests for details 
that do not mater, will not make 
a difference, and are of little value. 
Demands on my time, with 
no true replies. Nothing really 
worth anything, not today in 
any way. Just junk taking up 
space and leaving little room 
for anything important. No news. 
Not even a voice selling me 
another point of view, trying 
to convince me of unoriginal ideas
and common thought. 
I can’t be sold, I won’t be bought. 
There is nothing brilliant and 
nothing bold. My mind, like my 
mailbox, is on overload. What is 
inside need not be opened. Nothing 
to say, nothing special. Not today.

© 2016 j.g. lewis