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Interrogation
the best and most
commodious pocket
is a simple head
I took to measuring the measurer
discoursing with the mind
about discourse
and I find him
not so thorough a philosopher
not being satisfied with my rule
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i wish there was a rulebook that tells you how to be
and what to talk about when it is time to talk about it
and what to do when you should take action
because every step i take
every breath that leaves these lungs
is wrong
“The Game”
I know the rules,
But refuse to abide,
Many others do,
And seem happier than I,
A game of chess,
Awaiting the next move,
Looking the opponent in the eyes,
And knowing what they’re about to do,
A game of poker,
A serious look across one’s face,
Maintaining a sense of mystery,
Not wanting to give anything away,
A game of football,
Taking advantage of the other’s weaknesses,
Plotting this for sixty minutes,
Until they finally give in,
A Few Rules for Beginners
Babies must not eat the coal
And they must not make grimaces,
Nor in party dresses roll
And must never black their faces.
They must learn that pointing’s rude,
They must sit quite still at table,
And must always eat the food
Put before them--if they’re able.
If they fall, they must not cry,
Though it’s known how painful this is;
No--there’s always Mother by
Who will comfort them with kisses.
Griffy the Cooper
The cooper should know about tubs.
But I learned about life as well,
And you who loiter around these graves
Think you know life.
You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps,
In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub.
You cannot lift yourself to its rim
And see the outer world of things,
And at the same time see yourself.
You are submerged in the tub of yourself—
Taboos and rules and appearances,
Are the staves of your tub.
Break them and dispel the witchcraft
Of thinking your tub is life
And that you know life.