Dunning Kruger vs Myers Briggs

 Dunning Kruger vs Myers Briggs 

you don’t know you’re 

into it until you’re there 

then you don’t even look 

for a way out

you’re just enjoying yourself 

too much

in that civilization built 

for two; no one moves 

we just kick the tires 

and scratch the paint 

and are surprised 

or disappointed 

to find we can only live 

one life at a time 

decisions and consequences 

might not be your own 

I try to live in your world 

I spend your money thinking 

it’s a nice vacation from myself 

but the weather changes 

and you try to live in mine 

even when the paint doesn’t dry 

improvising the basics 

that should be second nature 

to whom are you 

speaking to, again?

Lovely Problems

 Lovely Problems

I love my problems 

I made them myself 

one day I’ll solve them 

I grow them instead 

my bank is on fire 

my love is dead 

piles of books teeter

only jelly in the fridge 

I’ve got these problems 

they occupy my thoughts 

I should be thankful 

for their hours of drama 

I see them in dreams 

with faces of dead lovers 

I ask them how they’ve been 

they tell me I know all about it

My immediate regrets

 My Immediate Regrets 

they fall out of my hands 

yet never land 

one thousand decisions 

under a single command 

sometimes I wonder 

if they weren’t planned 

just to throw a wrench 

into this dailyness 

my immediate regrets 

what I felt 

for what I did 

whom I didn’t kiss 

my immediate regrets 

have been left 

to fend for themselves 

amidst this ugliness 

lot of us struggle 

some of us wonder 

none of us discover 

the perfect approach 

for a brighter future 

mature outlook 

healthier creature

or just a juste mot 

I rewind the tape 

staying up late 

coaching myself 

for the next play 

but it’s just my fate 

writing my life 

without a backspace 

having lost my notes

How to be kind

How to be Kind

it’s understood you won’t get 

everything you ever wanted 

it’s true you’re still the flower 

of someone’s eye 

there’s maybe room for life 

to grant you more wishes 

you don’t have to feel 

so haunted while alive

when you see yourself 

in someone else 

when you find something

to agree upon 

when you ask  

for a little help 

in the face of 

a new situation 

feel a crack in the armor 

that turns into a smile 

might remember that amour 

you felt as a child 

there it is dusty

in the back of your mind

that discarded notion

how to be kind 

as you face another evening

as someone’s invented 

a billion new ways 

to be lonely

as there are compelling 

new arguments to be made 

about cruelty 

and those to despise

I hope you go another 

way and remember 

those old and naïve

and discredited 

sages of another time 

and never relent 

and always be inventing

new ways to be kind

 

The Women

 The Women 

what do they want from me 

what do I need from them 

are we really the same specie 

we seem stupid in comparison 

I want to live in a world of women 

it would be kinder and fairer 

at the least more beautiful 

I could drown myself there

that would be worth 

fighting  for 

Slayer

 Slayer

My apology is my 

greatest weapon 

like hellfire down 

from heaven 

just when you think 

I’ll escalate 

I’m on my knees 

or prostrate 

genuflecting 

to the goddess 

Desdemona 

how “sorry” works miracles 

how “my fault” cures cancers 

how tears find their victims 

in the heart of these skirmishes 

and it ends with the warmth of love 

it all makes everything 

back itself up 

and we can both admit that we really won

General Obvious

 

General Obvious

Poetry won’t feed the hungry 

Songs won’t stop the war 

That painting’s doing nothing 

to combat global warmth 

but in between the barricades 

I might steal a kiss 

just to remember what 

we’re fighting for, general obvious 

I used to think everybody 

had rich interior lives 

that art was an aristocracy 

where everyone could fantasize 

now that I’ve been in the trenches 

longer than I can count 

I see that the struggle starts early 

and never really stops 

now that I’m in the trenches 

with my six feet blown off 

I’d expose my lovers early 

as life begins with art

Throbs

 Throbs 

everything’s connected 

everything pulses 

glowing on 

frequencies lost to us 

sometimes someone 

pulls in our vibration 

and then life feels 

like a song 

dark’s punctured 

dirty streets shine 

dull and monotonous 

are transformed 

it just takes you 

and a little smile 

where it goes 

we don’t have to know