Before they come to bleach my
bones,
let’s talk about
a few things less pretty.
After all, there is more beauty
in the carefully folded stems of
discarded daisy chains
and empty chairs at restaurant
tables
than I had previously thought.
I wonder if he could have
imagined those things,
kicking the dust from his sandals
before he had his future figured
as a martyr.
But maybe that’s neither here nor
there.
Now that that’s out of the way,
we can talk about my ego.
The asshole likes to walk around
in public
in his trendy clothes
and spout clever clichés
like, “That’s neither here nor
there.”
He is a fool and a braggart
but I can’t deny that sometimes
he’s good company.
So where were we?
Ah, yes, all that ugliness.
You see, there is nothing that is
truly
neither here nor there.
So where were we?
Ah, clever clichés.
You see, all wise men know that
they know nothing,
and that we always have more to
learn.
Maybe that’s why there’s no
perfect human teacher.
Maybe the truly wise don’t teach.
