Once, at summer camp, we were asked
to make macaroni portraits.
We were given glue and elbow noddles,
to paint and create a master piece.
I sat at a desk, looked at the noddles,
then I looked at the glue, then the teacher,
the noddles again, the clock, the yellow paper
i was given to glue my noddles on, the noddles
again, the wooden desk, this strange little bug
that had this neat little black spot on its
green back and only five legs, a divot driven
into the wooden desk because someone was
bored, the noddle again, the glue, the teacher,
the clock hasn't moved since I looked at it,
the noddles again, the bit of breakfast I split
on my shirt, which tasted a tad bit funny even
now, my shoes, the noddles again,
the door, the clock moved I swear it did,
the noddles again, and finally the paper.
I didn't quite understand the process of this
but the glue tasted good so i followed the