I like to
sit in
my chair
and stare
at the ceiling,
while I smoke
some weed
and wonder why
I haven’t found
any meaning
in my life
I wonder if
I ever will,
or if it’s
all just
a useless
waste of
But it’s not
like I have
anything else
going on.
So I
as well
just sit here
and waste away
I think
I’ll smoke

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

48 thoughts on “Ceiling

      1. Counting flowers on the wall
        That don’t bother me at all
        Smoking cigarettes and watching
        Captain Kangaroo
        Now don’t tell me
        There’s nothing to do

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  1. Love the song, Flowers on the Wall. Also your poem. I believe one day you will find meaning for your life. You are on the way when you sit and think about it. For me, the meaning of life is to love God and all people. This is almost a full-time job, but it is a job I enjoy.

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