You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don’t work. You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich, and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you and he keeps kicking you. And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.Ī man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. You hear the first boot hit the floor and you’re looking up, you’re waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense. And you can hear the man in the apartment above you taking off his shoes. You’re on your back in your undershirt, a broken man on an ugly bedspread, staring at the water stains on the ceiling. You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you’re desolate. I mean, maybe it's better if my opponent wins.Hey guys, I'd like to know your interpretation of this poem.Ī man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. I shine a light on them of my own making: septic, ugly, the wrong yellow. And when I hate my friends I've failed myself, failed to share my compassion. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. The world doesn't know what to do with my love. What's the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalization. You want to solve something? Get out of your own way. Don't try to make a stronger wind, you'll wear yourself out. Vanity, vanity, forcing your will on the world. What would a better me paint? There is no new me, there is no old me, there's just me, the same me, the whole time. Shame means you're guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you're better than we are.
People love to hate themselves, avoiding the necessary recalibrations. Not just the idea of it but the ramifications of it. Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it. Close the blinds and kill the birds, I surrender my desire for a logical culmination.
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