The Kingdom of Memory

Yielded many a numerous tome

bequeathing some form of forgotten permanence

To an unyielding passing

Of monotonous billions

Of rocks and Ricks and Marybelles

Seeing the words put their minds at rest

and gave meaning where there had been only doubt

 A twisted neurodivergent teenager

was beaten to death by a tagged 

UNICEF wandering slow plein 

There's nothing funny about any of it

 The random prairie dog

had an idea 

but he got rid of it as soon as he could

He'd seen where ideas led

Like walks on the black trail

He busied himself stowing acorns

for some reason

 The Fountains of Forgetfulness 

were beautiful to behold

shimmering aquiline aquifers

imbued with magazines about who was never here

or was 

I'm not sure

see the forgotten sirens singing tunes

before they knew who I was or you

 

 A particular religious sect in the Dakotas

lived in a community called Rustic Acres 

They might as well have called it Huckleberry Hound Town

It had as much to do with one as the other

 The Art of Forgetfulness 

was primary to the Arc of Nothingness

I forget why 

But it is

 Binary Decodence

was instituted in the hope of prevailing against Prairie Dog-ism in Eu Claire. The problem was they couldn't seem to find any. 

"Either they've moved on or have burrowed deeper than ever before. We can't be sure." Said one local non-expert. 

 He claimed 

He was one true Nothing

but 

he proved it 

he said

"I have no friends!

Everybody hates me!"

We couldn't argue with that. 

 The Art of Nothingness

was lauded in every print newspaper on the planet

Total: Zero

 

 Josiah of Esephus was unhappy.

The Arc of Nothingness was too much to deal with.

'We need a story, a cosmology, of how we came to be here, wherever "here" is."

The prairie dogs were not impressed. 

 The prairie dogs of nothingness

knew something was rigged

they couldn't put their finger on it

If they even had fingers

 He studied Ecclesiastical philosophy 

in his spare time

Spare time!

Hah!

 The prudent prairie dog

Knew the time-

It was rumored to be a far distant

relative of Eliot Ness-

but had never appeared on the tv show

 The arc of nuttin-ness

was vaguely related to Eliot Smith

there was some rumor of collaboration

but these ended upon his demise

 The arc of nothingness

Is a fountain of forgetfulness 

it leaves no shadow nor trail

But certain prairie dogs 

Know its grandmother's address

 The arc of nothingness

shines daily

mirroring the days 

Spitting its venom

like a cross eyed horney toad

fighting three scorpions

 I have oblivion in my head

It resides and pays me no mind

Echoing thru anxiousness again and again and

again and 

again

 The road to rock bottom

is well traveled so fuck it

Let's go 

must be something to it