Observations On Oblivion

Oblivion is a hotel

          that has no room service.


Oblivion is a party

          at which no one speaks to you.


Oblivion is a dinner

          where all guests are served

          but you are not.


Oblivion is a contact sport

          in which there are neither rules

          nor referees.


Oblivion is a birthday card

          to Occupant

          at your address.


Oblivion is meeting a girl on the street,

          You say, “Hi, Patricia!”

          She glares and walks away.


Oh, to be in Oblivion now that April is there.

Because April is the time of remembering,

Leaving us remnants of dreams.

Insinuating much, but showing nothing.

Visions are potent dreams, but there are no visions

In oblivion. Dreams there are powerless,

Offering only diversion for the senses,

Never satisfaction.

Copyright ©2004 by James Hall