No thought

I thought of an idea

for a poem but none

came, so I write a poem

without any idea at all.


It’s just a poem stripped

of thought and without

any substance, and as

hollow as an empty room.


My poem has no purpose

other than to announce

that this is a poem that

is not a poem in the end.


So, here, happy reader of

these words with no ideas,

is a poem that offers only a 

form without a single thought.