Saturday, May 21, 2016

day two hundred and thirty-six : disjoint

the fault lies in thinking the wise say
all i have been taught is to think i worry

the stupid people don't think
what will separate me then?

the fault lies in words the wise say
they are just bad at words i reply

the stupid people can't mold them to their will
i am nothing without them

the fault lies in love the wise say
that is the only thing i am certain of i murmur

if i cannot love the good
if i cannot love you
if i cannot love me
there is no nirvana to seek

my older brother formed me
parents' pride
teachers bowed
he stabbed his arm with scissors
fuck being wise

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