A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 01, 2021

tragic incapacities

People don't understand what it's like 
to fly 
unaided, without apparatus 
and ascending in the sky 
only not like a bird. 

People don't understand what it's like 
to move like a fish in the sea 
as if that shit was air 
breathing easily, 
like a bird in the sky 
only not like a bird. No, 
nor like a fish either, though 
by your smile you seem to say 
so what 

Here is so what. Here is what you can't
understand, or seem to anyway.

Because to really understand, people 
can't be birds. Or fish. Then I'd have 
to say "birds completely understand 
what that's like," or "fish" and frankly 
- where's the aching yearn? Who cares 
what those superpowered freaks 
understand? We form no justice league 
with such entitled assholes

it's got to be us 
it's got to be us 
to understand that, but 

people can't 

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