Regular Poem: How to Be Interesting for Fun and Profit

Like I get it.
I do.

I don’t
actually.

Imagine

just imagine

storing up
somethings
just a barrage of
somethings–
modes of being,
facts, statistics,
quotations, jokes, poems–
in this vague chasm of
nebulous hope
that one thing
will hit a target
any target
just shoot anything
until you hit
anything
with
anything.

That’s too much work
too much ammunition
especially in this economy.

It’s probably
more complicated
more of an equation
more
analyzing and reanalyzing
reprocessing each piece of information
and testing it against
every sociological data point
and firing firing firing
reloading each round
and firing each round
from a different pistol.

That’s too much work
too many firearms to maintain
especially in this economy.

One can hold
so many different thoughts
at once
contrasting beliefs
disparate theories
compartments for each vice and virtue.

Like I get it.
I do.

But I also don’t.

There’s just no
sustainable
way to be all things to all people
especially if you can’t be
a couple specific things
to yourself.