For some reason, I wanted to write a poem today about the things that I, and people I know, don't understand. As Sam, in Wes Anderson's Moonrise Kingdom, says, "Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They're just supposed to be creative." I guess this falls under the heading of 'being creative.'
I Don't Understand Why
people don't trust that my food is good
men tell me they love me when they break up with me
people automatically think my job is hard
the worst planning is always around ticket lines
change is hard
people are so afraid of each other
burger buns come in packs of twelve, but burgers eight
or is that hotdogs, never the same amount of packages
people think a busy life is a good life
people aren't more considerate of others
people don't live and let live
or people cannot seem to love each other, even while wanting it
despite the confusing greed
life isn't easier
people are so reluctant to be vulnerable
or to expand their communities
and people cannot be happy with what they have
people spend so much time, energy, and money on weddings and so little on marriage
consciousness emerged
people love me or they don't
people hang on to possessions, or do possessions hang on to us
quality and quantity never seem to match especially in people's lives
people keep wanting more and more
people do want they don't want and not what they do want
people hide their emotions
up in the air they all flutter
the questions and answers
never quite coming together
and swoosh... the autumn wind
blows, blows, blows them all away
nothing can hold back the will to live
