according to someone, absolute liberty
is absence of restraint, which
makes sense to me in some
of my weaker moments.
I think, as I often do,
about animals. more specifically,
I think about lions,
which, I've been told, don't keep a mate
and are the only animals besides man
that have sex for pleasure.
and I think about pigeons and I wonder
if they know what they're missing
while the shit on cars
and eat breadcrumbs all day,
if their time wouldn't be better spent
doing something else, and
I wonder, in moments like these,
who's more free - me or the pigeon?
depending on the dictionary,
restraint is either the loss of freedom
or the act of keeping something under control,
neither of which sounds particularly appealing
when I think about "absolute liberty,"
which looks to me like a lion
on the savanna,
rolling over after his fourth romp of the day,
maybe stretching,
maybe yawning,
maybe lighting a cigarette,
and maybe, I like to think,
wondering what all the other animals
do with their days.
