TO LAUGH AS I
LEAVE
I am woefully inadequate to be happy, yet I
am happy nonetheless. I smile in the face
of aversion, oppression and hurt. I could be
alone with my collar, and probably manage.
Eke out a reason for some higher charm.
Look at the way I live : I never look outside,
never visit the outer world, yet I smile -
but
maybe that's why. The things others call
opportunities, I define as nuisance; a real
dearth of clamor, a pitiful stance in a
nonchalant town. Board up my houses
and huts. I want to laugh as I
leave.
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