Kalamazoo and Timbuktu
Are real places, through and through
Shangri-La's a legend,
Cuckoo-Land's a dream
The dark side of the moon
Only astronauts have seen
I hear that New York's sleepless
I hear that Ireland's green
But there are nearer places
Where I have never been
The snail curled in his silence
The rabbit in her hole
The ants inside their labyrinths
The goldfish in their bowl
Live lives more strange and wild
Than any human tale
Lives as full of wonders
As the long-songed whales
And you live inside your name
And you journey in your skin
And no one can come with you
No one can come in
Though we're all alone together
All dreaming the same dream
We don't know where we're going
We don't know where we've been
So we keep on telling stories
We keep on playing games
We keep on asking questions
We keep on naming names
I like it! Especially the last stanza.
Why does it still remind me of an Annie Lennox or Laurie Anderson song? Especially the last verse....
Have you posted a different draft of this before? If not, I've got the worst d�j� vu. The last stanza is certainly the most striking, and it does have a strong, song-like tone.
Sorry, yes, it's a revision of "Kalamazoo and Timbuktu," which you can find easily enough in the scanty Kid's Poetry section.
it was great