I’ve been reading many self-help books
I guess, I need help.
I look at my co-workers—
they definitely need help.
They look at me
with sour faces.
I say the right things
at the wrong times.
The principal talks about how to craft an email to build trust—
how not to use trigger words
how to be politically correct.
“Can you build trust with an email?” I asked.
He didn’t know what to say.
I have always said what’s different
and that’s why I’m a poet,
but my way, is actually a lonely by-way
along the freeway
I don’t want to live under the bridge
but my kind
is a lot like me—always reading books
but believing them.
The difference is
The more knowledge I listen to
the more convinced I am
that nobody knows anything.
Why should I care
what they say?
You know when something has the power to change You
when you can’t stop reading it.
How many books have I put down, like a lost cause?
in the blizzard that blinds you.
Beauty is in the simple small things
Not in heaps
of brown snow
along the freeway.