Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Day 70: never try to write a poem about something you dislike

we are a function of y
multiplied and tricked
traded inverse
our limits do not exist
broken lines on grids
math is like love
like life
we are here
to add and multiply
dividing truth into segments we can swallow
subtract me a piece of the pie small enough to fit in my chest
my back pocket
factor me a reason to stay
a reason to move
a reason to be
i am just 1
i change nothing but multiplying
i cannot dIvide
so give me something to add to

fuck this poem. i hate math

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