Wisdom is cruelty
It’s long past
Understanding and experience
It is somewhere
Between gluttony and
Purge gorge and
Obesity and finally
Loss of weight
Once one understands
That gathering things
Makes life unbearable
Wisdom is cruelty
It’s long past
Understanding and experience
It is somewhere
Between gluttony and
Purge gorge and
Obesity and finally
Loss of weight
Once one understands
That gathering things
Makes life unbearable
I do do things
I eat to eat
I write to write
I love to love
Just by doing things
Absent of any pleasure
Or any other reward
Makes doing these things
Pure crystalline and unencrypted
I’ll make this short
I know that love
Is folly but I’d
Rather be a fool
Who is in love
Than a wise man
Without foolishness is enviable
Whereas wisdom remains alone
Fall is like poetry
Leaves are like words
They start like shade
Under which to hide
Then move and shimmer
Swooshing their own melodies
Turning slowly into something
Else like whispered affection
Bursting with colorful meanings
And slowly dropping dancing
Twirling and landing bringing
Joy and kicking crackles
Oh how I do
Love poetry and fall
There’s something about fall
That brings such comfort
Brilliant colors and awe
Trees exploding like fireworks
That last for days
Of layers put on
And eventually taken off
Like the armor we
Wear before meeting someone
And the nakedness after
Of once cold drinks
Migrating to warmer ones
While anticipating the holidays
We live in such
A fast world that
Autumn slows down reminding
That change brings beauty