All that I did this week
was to move the trivial
a notch forward.

What I do is disposable,
nobody cares, at the end of the day,
nor at the start.

I wish it to be different,
but I’ve exceeded my three
with the genie

I am the epitome of dispensable,
the poster boy for nil,
a peripheral blur.

A blip on your social radar,
that goes dark,
an agent in peril.

I stand to be corrected,
as a rule,
if you say so.

I’ve learned to ignore ignorance,
to focus instead on the indispensable,
the non-trivial:

all-encompassing you.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013