The challenge was to simply play with words like it's a game, so I went to a weird-word generator, got four random words (I didn't know) and saw what might result. The word yike, for example, is the rattling bickering of a Woodpecker (think Woody, here). Who knew?
I'm off to campus to work with 35 3rd-5th graders from Trumbull before teaching late into the after hours of University life. Sometimes I think day-workers forget that for many of us, the bulk of our work not only goes under K-12 schedules, but into graduate school land, which makes for days that are very trying on aging folks like me. So much of the work, too, takes planning so it will run smoothly. No naps for this guy, although I thought about one a lot yesterday. It just never happened because I realized my waitress never gave back my credit card and I had to go back to retriever it...just when I found my afternoon eyes falling.
That’s All Folks
b.r.crandall
if i danced
above the dead,
you could call me
bob fossarian.
look it up in
your hysteroid books
right after English class.
it’s wild.
bring the strings
& your plectrum.
pluck away.
pick pick pick.
Offer the yike.
that’s one exodus
to end a
poem
