The way I am stupid defies all description.
I wrote an entire rock album
making fun of someone’s name.
Music made me stupid
(never mind Strat-O-Matic
and the stupid aspect of every game)
when I languished, after figuring out
how humor and sadness is all music is—
(Robbie Krieger’s guitar was the
Doors; referees, football)
music being more, because less
than what people think it is. In the moment
I looked stupid, before I laughed, you,
as we expected, laughed. Perception
is all—but then the execution,
which perception finds dull.
That’s the failure I know—
which feels like the world’s revenge—
fluency in reverse. I apologize
as the warm moon descends.