Ask Me What It Means

Prose by Ada J. Raven

Photo by Jr Korpa via Unsplash

Surrealists, beatniks, all making art that means nothing and that’s what it means…

No point at all and that’s the point

we all take life too seriously and try to organize our thoughts too rationally

with too much rigor.

We don’t think in verses and we can’t edit our thoughts

they come and go as they please like clouds and birds and God.

Jack didn’t want to be a beatnik but he was, or he was their dad, anyway.

Sometimes you can’t help who you are and maybe that’s why he drank so much.

I don’t know how Allen felt… it’s been a while since I looked and I have more research yet to do.

For now I resume with my binge of content that came before me and my hapless tapping on my phone and keyboard…

Maybe I’ll get a typewriter to feel more official…