Stairs are scary,
Steep and long, I treat them with respect. Holding the rail, I go down slow. I don’t play games I don’t make jokes Until I reach the bottom. Stairs to me are not a joke I do not play or gaggle; But once my feet do touch the ground, I smile and throw my hands up. I held the railing! I made it down! I’ll never let it go! As I go down, I let go once The stairs are not a joooooooooooooooo—!
When I shop for clothes
I shop till I drop; I shop in the store I shop in the lot. I shop while I drink I shop while I fish; If I catch a suede jacket, I don’t throw it back in. I shop cause I’m sad Cause I lost my left hand In an accident so bad The pictures are bland. The pictures are bland Cause they’re mostly out of focus; But a hundred mile an hour train-wreck Is quite a commotion. Now when I shop I shop for a hand. To replace the one I lost Somewhere in Bhutan. One day I will find it; That missing part; Then my shop will be over, And I’ll leave the parking lot.
I love old nursery rhymes;
About slippers and shoes; Giants on beanstalks, Much bigger than you. I love old nursery rhymes Sleeping dwarfs and all Billy Goat Gruff’s And Eggs that fall. But what I love about them I love about you No matter how tall No matter what’s true.
When I am looking at a duck
I see its long-brimmed bill. I say “ Oh duck, it’s been so long.“ They turn and drop their quills. The ducks, you see Write poetry; They do it in the lake. They scribble fast Their minds ablaze They rarely take a break. Here’s a poem From a duck I’m not supposed to have it; It fell from one of their writer sessions And as it fell I grabbed it “ Cluck, cluck And there I was… Cluck cluck cluck: Strangers in the night; My feet are webbed My bill is long Fake Feed me and I’ll bite.” Standing there at the dock, Without a piece of bread; And while I fake feed all the ducks— This one just bit my head!
I saw a cat
I saw a cat It came right up and sniffed me. Then it hissed Then it hissed It swiped its paw, but missed me. Watch it go! There it goes! Why’s that cat so angry? Is that another kitty there? It’s got a little family!
Did you ever have a Bubby?
You’d know it if you did. She’s the one already up Smiling as you walk in. She’s in the kitchen Making tea: She uses the same bag. She puts the yogurt In the fridge Swearing it’s not bad. Your bubby is the one Who’s lived a hundred lives; Who’s seen the world Get very mean But also get real nice. Your Bubby though is dangerous Her specialty is squeezing; And if your cheeks are plump enough She’ll tear them off your face. Your bubby won’t be running Your bubby wont be loud Your bubby maybe right beside you Not making a sound. One day if you’re very lucky You’ll become a bubby, too; Then everyone will love you They’ll all do things for you; They’ll make your bed Cook your food Put you in a home, Keep you far away from them and make you feel alone; Bubbies are not for everyone So be one with some caution. Our hearts needs be the size of earth Cause everybody wants one.
When I get old
There will be A list for you to do; One will be to water grass Another to tie my shoe. When I get old I hope you’re young Cause there’ll be lots to accomplish; Like drive me to the Movies Bingo Making me a sandwich. When I get old I’ll lose my teeth Maybe my smell, too; I’ll lose my sight, I’ll lose my purse; I’ll lose my worth, I’ll lose my house, I’ll lose my ears, My nose, My head, I wont have any Any friends; I’ll cry myself to bed at night, I’ll cry until I’m dead. When I am dead Perhaps one day You’ll make your own list, too.
Round the bend Wind flies Around my head; Children wave Adults too Whoops wrong way I’m in the zoo! Is that a tiger burning bright? Is that a eagle taking flight? Is that a donkey braying loud? Is that a monkey prancing around? Dash Dip Round the bend Wind Flies Around my head; I go up I go down. I ride my scooter Around the town.
If you took time
To count the rocks You’d have a million trillion. Turn them, turn them Upside down; We’d watch them fall Across the mall; Our streets would be a rocky patch Where we would walk—not drive. Our schools would be a mess you see From all the dust and stone. And no dog no dog Anywhere Could ever find their bone. The rocks would start another school Where they would learn to stay; They’d study hard Get a job They all would get an A.
When it’s almost day
There are so many things I have to say; There was no peep from me at night But I had dreamed another life. You didn’t go to work You went to a shower; Hour by hour You added some lather; The lather got big Out the window you went Driving to work in not a bike but a tent. The tent went fast Swooshed to a stop; All you could see was A thousand rocks; You never did hurry The work was refreshing Your family happy. A big machine Across the street Makes a sound like crushing feet; And when I look Out my window I see my neighbors scream. HELP! HELP! We have no legs! That truck ran us over! Now we’re all dead! That’s why you never cross the street Don’t ever ever cross the street Don’t even think about crossing the street Without a parent near you.