Life of the Imagination

Life Of The Imagination Imagination has never had a bath or shower It does not know of soap Plays with itself for hours Hanging from a rope Hopes for handouts There are no places it can’t go In dirty crevasses in dark shadows It takes chances with glass and wire Wine becomes expired in its mind Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark Falls back into dark matter of inner space Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain It named its first 10 children candy None of them were sweet The next 10 he called Mortimer Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons At Thanksgiving it pitches forks Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp There are things in space and time that even chance can’t handle Sometimes Imagination takes me places I really don’t want to go, without my sandals on He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy Remembering they were his children None of them were sweet I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth After all, he’s the one who calls it flat For what that’s worth