What an interesting finger
let me suck it
It's not an interesting finger
take it away
I am a pizza
I can be a delicious lunch, dinner
or breakfast, if you're weird
I have a great deal of toppings on me
I am a round and flat piece of dough with lots of toppings
I make your mouth water
I'm very good to eat, but I'm fattening!
I make you say 'Yum yum'
I am a pizza
I like being told what to do,
the music I should be listening to.
One student knows far more than I
and is glad to voice his opinion,
another wants to reinvent hip-hop
and give up smoking without any pain.
Fantastic voyages are to be had
by intentionally going nowhere:
I can fold time and space,
be whoever I want to be.
Frontiers and countries keep moving
without warning, walls keep tumbling
down. My daughter's favourite phrase
is 'when I was a baby I used to...'.
She invents a past she can't remember,
paints pictures to hang on memory's wall.
Was it the hum of the printer
or music he could hear?
Nothing had changed except
his relationship to the room
and noise that seemed
to come from nowhere.
Cabin fever, perhaps, or
signals from outer space,
the house full of tones,
unabridged equations and
out-of-balance sound,
broken wires scrawled
across the map of hearing.