I don\u2019t want to make sense.
\nTo tie the shoelaces of reason.
\nTo improve forests by cutting down
\ntrees.
\nUsing perfect grammar
\nfor want of meaning.
\nTo disregard poetry.
\nA fool can write poetry,
\nyet poetry can say it all.
\nI love terribly,
\nand hear voices inside voices.
\nMimic birds who uncontrollably
\ncompose music.
\nAdmire lichens on a tree
\nbeautiful as art.
\nDoing things that make me happy
\nprecisely for their fun.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t insist I be smart.
\nDon\u2019t insist I tow a line.
\nI\u2019d rather fly a kite,
\neat ice cream cones,
\nand say shoo to people
\nwho can\u2019t let go,
\nand let their mood go up.
\nJust don\u2019t make sense
\nand we\u2019ll get along.
\nI learned more at recess
\nthan I ever did
\nbehind a desk inside.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I don\u2019t want to make sense. To tie the shoelaces of reason. To improve forests by cutting down trees. Using perfect grammar for want of…<\/p>\n