The Fool’s Genius

The Fool’s Genius

He doesn’t
remember
how many times people
have called him
a genius
because
he
is n’t
one.

He
cannot fill his
solitude
but hates the crowd;

the easy books
are too easy
and the hard books
are too hard.

Nothing is impossible.

Schopenhauer says
there are no level
headed
geniuses
and he is
off .

He doesn’t choose
his thought.
It effervesces
from the
soda can
of his
thoughts.

He is too dizzy
to know when
people are out
to get him.
He harms w/o noticing.

He is the toy of lesser beings

His wife is pregnant and
all he thinks about is books
and writing
all he does is write
or want to
but this
obsession
makes him negligent
and doesn’t make him a genius.

“You have been gone all day,
and now all you care about
is writing some candy-assed
poem instead of
spending time
with your wife.”

He has over 100 notebooks
full of the most unlikely
invention

you wouldn’t know it
but he has novel ideas
for every single field.

If you ask him he will
tell you.

One day
when he was
25
someone called
him
a genius,
then one after the other,
a flood of people
did the same.

friends, professors, preachers,
nannies, enemies
fools

It nearly drove
him
mad.

We expect the
world
from you,
kid,
and he
delivered
nothing.

He never
has time to
publish or refine
his work.

Because he has moved on to brighter things.

Because all of his ideas are wrong.

He is a genius to fools
and a fool to geniuses:

He can never
respect anyone.