THIS IS A POEM ABOUT OPTIMAL MISERY 12.23.17

12.23.17

 

misery is optimal when blind
– 
bathroom stall, Los Angeles

 

What a thing to look at
while taking a shit.

What did it mean?

That those without vision
feel maximal despair?

Or that misery itself
is blind, and, being so,
reaches the greatest number
of people with maximum
efficiency?

Are we to believe that there’s
some mutant form of misery
that is not blind,
that sees and discerns and
chooses its landing place?

If so, how should we feel about
this misery?

Is it benevolent because it spares
some?

Or is it optimally cruel
for choosing some and not others?

For people who graffiti bathroom stalls:
please stick to dick jokes and crude drawings
of the human anatomy. Thank you.

 


Written at 9:06 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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