place

the place is here
the place is now
the place is where
you stop and wow
the place is where
you want to stay
give up the talk
of go away

why do we even let them blather
about arterials and collectors
and all those traffic engineering
incantations
we live in places
we do not live in transportation infrustructure
we should me making a place
we want to stay
rather than staying
in networks to nowhere

wet pomes

i left the pomes in my brain
and they got very wet
i could try telling one to you
but you might get upset

i curled the pomes around my toes
to get them down the stairs
i could tell one or two to you
but that won't end your cares

i put the pomes in my eye
to keep them in sure sight
i could recite them all to you
but it doesn't feel right

i put the pomes on a shelf
and left them there for you
you didn't take them from that spot
and i forgot them too

piano hands

piano hands are as fast as a switch
boom bim boom bim
right is a what one and left is a which
bim boom bim boom

piano fingers, just look at them go
plunk plink plunk plink
so many keys impressed, all in a row
plink plunk plink plunk

piano feet have so little to do
nong ning nong ning
reverberation is always so true
ning nong ning nong

piano sitting down eagle of swoop
ring rong ring rong
appreciation showed with clap and whoop
rong ring rong ring

forget

something about everything
is making you upset
perhaps your greatest focus
ought to be to just forget

if the words are way too long
and, oh, that alphabet
throw the language out the door
relax, and just forget

if it's all so costly
and you have a growing debt
pull out your favorite plastic card,
charge it and forget

advertising pulls your strings
you happy marionette
trust it knows what's best for you
go shopping and forget

maybe it's all craziness
that makes you break that sweat
or maybe you're a fuddy dud
so do not fear, forget

box of yellow

brian had a box of yellow
put it in his coat
fed it raisins, one by one
showed it to a goat

will not show the box to me
says he has his reasons
as the fields turn on their rows
making all the seasons

box of yellow mystery
but i don't really care
brian gets all sharp and hissy
when he hits the air

fizzy is the mountain top
frousy is that fellow
will he show me if i ask
what's in that box of yellow

no sale

larry liar
had a fire
growing in his hair
with his foot
to out it put
he got a two or stare

betsy bee
young and free
as a butterfly
had to take
rusty cake
to the do or die

innocent
never lent
anything to no one
had to call
for a hall
down it to away run

only i
small as pie
don't know what to tell you
far too low
to give a show
that this pome will sell you

if i had a

if i had music in my feet
some small boulders i would greet
if i had pricetags in my nose
and several secrets to suppose
if i had bruises in my hair
and magic laundry i could air
if i had ears made out of corn
if that was just how i was born
if i had mustache on my tongue
and that was how i stay so young
if i had fountains in my legs
you get them how? by breaking eggs

my yours

my morning has a red-striped sky
your morning doesn't even try
my trees are veins made out of wood
yours burn in fireplace like they should
my houses play games on the street
yours are a place within to eat
my doorways take me near and far
yours only what they seem they are
my windows look into your soul
yours have a very different role
my doorknob turns to years ago
yours doesn't put on any show
my footsteps fill with reverie
yours, to the car and turn the key

no theatre show

i went to the theatre show that day
dressed up, with a hat in my hair
but when i got to the theatre show
the theatre show wasn't there

i thought i came at the certain time
i read on the newspaper page
but i wondered the forest for the trees
or the wrong historical age

i waited a little just in case
my clock was a little fast
but the beginning never seemed to come
i was either too first or too last

i had nothing in the world to do
my schedule was all amiss
so i remained there for a spell
in a kind of paralysis

we couldn't either

he couldn't see his tennis shoes
he couldn't see his face
he couldn't see the way his body
filled a certain space

he couldn't see the way his voice
curled like a rock or stone
he couldn't see the reason
that we didn't telephone

he couldn't see his eyes
their coating had a mirror sheen
he couldn't see his friendliness
came with a certain mean

he couldn't see the way his ears
were hearing outer space
we couldn't see the hills and trees
nor his towns of face

middle school

standing so next to
the blue wall soldiers
right when the bell rings
as loud as my ear
all that energy
could fire a small sun
and all those eyes
thirteen years of seeing
and i am so invisible
i don't feel a single glance

avalanche

this avalanche inside my head
will spit out rocks until it's dead

the spinning typhoon in my gut
will answer when i call out what

the blizzard falling in my toes
will rage a day, i do suppose

the steady rain before my eyes
will clothe the whole world in disguise

broken air

many people wouldn't want to
other people wouldn't dare
but sometimes you have to open up
a jar of broken air

you will find it on the highest shelf
you might forget it's there
but sometimes it comes in handy
a jar of broken air

we canned a few so long ago
with all the greatest care
we have a few remaining jars
filled up with broken air

it's more powerful than spinshine
and it comes from a nightmare
long ago we got some bottled
just in case we need a spare

i'm not talking about pickles
tomatoes or camembert
i speak of certain sealed-up jars
that hold some broken air

big gus

he listens with his mouth hole
and he talks out of his ear
you'd think that he could hear your side
but that's not the case, i fear

he plays piano with his two feet
and walks with his two hands
you'd think that he would like to
but he doesn't understand

he smells with his full head of hair
and combs his nose in curls
you'd think that makes him sensitive
but "sensitive" is for girls

he thinks with his whole belly
and he digests in his brain
you'd think his fat would make him smart
but he is quite insane

holding

hold me tight between your ears
hold me with your face
keep me from the window sill
tie me to a place

hold me tight between your legs
in a knee vise grip
leverage me by estimating
circumference of my hip

hold me with your strength of eyes
and your rope of hair
keep me from the open door
keep me from elsewhere

hold me with your little toe
and also with your big
hold me with your finger tips
and whatever else you rig

impossible

it's impossible to let the sunshine in
impossible to wear the nicest pin
impossible to find an empty room
impossible to touch the big sky moon

it's impossible to watch the train go by
impossible to ride it in the sky
impossible to share a night of talk
impossible to get there by a walk

it's impossible to say it in a word
impossible to feel you're ever cured
impossible to make your bed with grout
impossible to find the only way out

it's impossible to eat a two ton steak
impossible to stop without a brake
impossible to find a cure for news
impossible to wear your favorite shoes

it's impossible to keep on tumbling down
impossible to bend your smile to frown
impossible to sing without a beak
impossible to map the whole long week

super nostril market

the supermarket is in my nose
i ride there on a goat
and when my cart is very full
the cashier's in my throat

i have to get invisible cheese
they sell it in a square
but when i cut some for my bread
it really isn't there

i look at many magazines
each has a human face
but when i open up each page
i'm hurled to outer space

the aisles are much too long for me
much longer than my leg
and all i need to finish up
is just one magic egg

i'm looking for the door to leave
it's really much too high
when i ascend to exit-land
dead animals wave bye

super nostril market

the supermarket is in my nose
i ride there on a goat
and when my cart is very full
the cashier's in my throat

i have to get invisible cheese
they sell it in a square
but when i cut some for my bread
it really isn't there

i look at many magazines
each has a human face
but when i open up each page
i'm hurled to outer space

the aisles are much too long for me
much longer than my leg
and all i need to finish up
is just one magic egg

i'm looking for the door to leave
it's really much too high
when i ascend to exit-land
dead animals wave bye

song of we

we are the impossible
we do not exist in every mind
we are the cloak
of darkness
and walk too small
to see our steps
in the gas

from the skytrees
to the snow of ground
from all the birds
who stay so still
and all the eating
chomp chomp chomp
and underneath
and going to town

you are the only one
your own good looks
are such a steal
and if you do not
take it seriously
i may as well
lie down bulldozer