you and i
music
birds trees sky
ants on the ground flowers in the dirt 
with maybe cool worms

a schoolhouse with a bell
oldhouse with a bed it was
abraham lincolns sons bed 
um it kindof looked like an abicus  but
we saw it
the kids name was tad
like tadpole
honest abe liked amphibians


i like telling you things that only the superintendent of a school would know
like were the golfcarts retire
and  theres a hidden fishtank in the library connected to the teachers lounge
were the scantrons live in microwave popcorn um donut coffee   mildew smell


i know that when spacemen/and women  sleep they sleep standing up
and since there head cant rest on a pillow they  have an elastic cushioned band to keep there head from floating off

i thought you might dig that i saw this show the otherday about spacetravel to mars
there was awesomefootage of baby birds  taken in space they were inside the cabin trying to fly in weightlessness
confused 

i like when you tell me stories
about snow and fireworks
and bunnybread
about icecream you made
how you wraped presents with pants and candy wrapers once
how sun ra liked space

it made my day when you said you saw mr.hoffman eating breakfast at the mcdonalds in the mall at 9:00
and you said the mall on sundays opens at nine but the stores dont open until later so everything is empty and that is where the
old wise folk go to walk

mr hoffman
he is  a substitute
makes noises maybe
breathes loud
sometimes snorts
but he is a super hero in discuise
i know it

i asked him once if he went to "nam"
but he didnt hear me 


sometimes i have to stand on my toes to kiss you
but that is all
one time i stood on a curb and we were kindof even

the onething i knew i would never write about was love bbecause i waas scared

its strange that i never get tired of you
maybe you get tired of me

o gosh
this is a long poem
but everything in my brain
that stays there all day and all week
i say i love you too
and this is why

its weird
maybe its lame i dont know


i havent corrected this one million times
and written you a book of all the variations yet
heh heh

all the things i live for
people take for granted
its a beautiful world
and a ugly one 

some things dont cost money
everything is fascinating to me
a reason for everything
and a reason to be fascinated  of everything without a reason