wrote one hundred
letters to each of the people in China,
carried one
thousand penguins eight thousand miles,
on a unicycle,
counted each grain of sand in the Sahara Desert,
gave each one a
name and put them into alphabetical order
while I stood
on my head,
inside a
volcano
I wrestled all
of the crocodiles of the world,
all of the
nuclear missiles too,
at the same
time,
and turned each
one into a purse, or a wallet,
or a nice pair
of shoes,
was the king of
France, and England, and Prussia,
the maitre'd of
Manhattan,
the Czar of
Russia,
I didn't know
what I wanted
there was
nothing to do so I put two ropes around each shoulder
and pulled the
universe around itself for five hundred years,
climbed the
tree
beside your
window
and made love
to you
twice,
and haven't
done anything since
I could have
been somebody
I could have
made a difference
I could have
sold all of those wallets
to all the
naked kids running around the streets of Managua
Nicaragua for a
Nicaraguan Dollar or two,
or more,
if they had more