by Richard Thomas
great heads spring from my nose i can count to five great heads spring from my nose and swallow the smell of a pencil my house is a beehive but i live underground in an upside-down boat great heads fly from my nose and teach me to be a fish i drink sawdust my face is a chalkboard but what of the heads? but what of the deads? but what of the breads? some say a square is a pleasing shape the rabbits hop into my pants and i am free.