Dust & Crackers Poem by Mark Nichols

Put the dust
And the crackers in a jar
And walk as far as you can
Until you get to a place where
People seem to be listening
And you can tell
Because their eyes occasionally flick back on you
And they don't move

And you'll want to hear what they say too
And share your crackers and the dust

And then you'll dance all night to the odd percussion
And the rhythms are exceptionally unorthodox
But that's OK
Just hold on
Just hooooooold on

Sometimes I feel like a whale at see
Sometime I feel like it happened to me
Huh?

When you get back to civilization
You'll feel a little funky
For a few days
Maybe even depressed
But you're going to soon see a look
In people's eyes when they talk to you
And everything is slightly different
Maybe wrong
Maybe right

Don't worry
Just find someplace to move
And it'll all come back to you

And then you dance all night to the odd percussion
And the rhythms are exceptionally unorthodox
But that's OK
Just hold on
Just hooooooold on

Sometimes I feel like a whale at see
Sometime I feel like it happened to me!