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
Alphabet City 