too linear
this model of living one way
from birth to death

wish I could
loop the loop
laughing all the way around

it ain’t death I fear
but predictability
why end up where we all do?

why not say left turn, Clyde
and go straight on
till waking up yesterday morning

in another’s bed and bag of bones
starting over for a week
hell of a vacation

or best of all, stasis
no aging at all
pick a target and stay sharp

one day you go poof
one day you surprise everyone
by not dropping dead

listen
fuck immortality but fuck death too 
as automatic end result

if it’s gotta be life unto death
I’ll just take death now
thank you — at least it’s an unknown

I looked and saw that the wrong things were beloved
and stood up to say so, and to point and say:
love this instead.  

I stood up to point and say
this, here, is more worthy of your love,
and these other things should be burned.

Others stood about and shouted
and pointed, some at the things I loved,
some at that which I decried, and they proclaimed

that their choices were more worthy,
that my choices were aligned well with theirs,
or that my choices were those of the insane and evil.

Seeing us all pointing and shouting, all at different things,
all at things we liked or disliked, some of us using both hands
to praise and condemn at once, I became weary of it all

and dropped my arms and my choosing. Very well, I said,
I shall have none, shall love none, shall loathe none.
Good bye, I said, to all of this and to all my former fellows,

fare better or worse as you choose.  I turned from it
and moved, really, for the first time in a long time, 
to the blankest spot in the blankest part of the country

and looked at nothing and chose nothing to like or dislike.
I think I remember this, I said; this is the place
of making it up.  Of simply being there.

Of relearning how to look at things, how to see purely 
what is and is not for each.  The place to find knowledge
and never feel a need to found a school.