Where the Wild Things Are

I Found My Way Through This Poem Without the Aid of Math (a Daily Life Poem)

I don't want to watch this.

My face is smaller.

Tell me where it hurts.

This is interesting.

Does your tummy feel better?

I'm tired.

Regular Coke or Cherry?

Wonder where they are?

My throat hurts.

How was work today?

Wonder where they are?

I can't remember.

You can fix it with tools.

Now.

Tell me where it hurts.

This is interesting.

You might as well say he looks like Danny Glover.

You can fix it with tools.

I can't remember.

You can fix it with tools.

I don't want to watch this.

No no.

B says ba.  B says ba.

Tell me where it hurts.

All the books are half price.

Regular Coke or Cherry?

My throat hurts.

I don't want to watch this.

I can't remember.

You can fix it with tools.

Tell me where it hurts.

This is interesting.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

You can fix it with tools.

All the books are half price.

How was work today?

I don't want to watch this.

I'm tired.

Tell me where it hurts.

My face is smaller.

Regular Coke or Cherry?

How was work today?

I can't remember.

You can fix it with tools.

Whose Evil Twin Am I?

I drew a circle in the air with my finger,

fell asleep next to it.  Threw bread crumbs

up at it.  Cut construction paper to

make a knob, lock, & key.  I placed

it, but in the morning it had

vanished.  The circle looked more

like a cartoon.  Etching.  I asked it

to take a revolving door.  No reply.

I traveled from ocean to ocean to 

the far four corners of the map--

thumbtacks in hand.  I kept

my steps in time,

uniformed with the light

thumping of eraser to floor.

I drew a green pasture on 

green paper and waited for 

a Sun to form.  Held hostages

with kitchen linen blindfolds,

kept awake with figures against

the wall, where I crept 

around behind the circle.

The Imaginarium of Doctor Panassus

Free Buttons!

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Macca

According to the TV

Paul McCartney used to practice

catch and release bass fishing,

until one day he looked

into the eyes of the fish,

noticed the gasping, the

struggle for air--and decided

that the life of the fish

was just as important as his own.