I’m Drifting Through Negative Space

Interpreted ByPeter Cherico

Written by Jack Prelutsky

I’m drifting through

negative space,

a frown on my lack of a face,

attempting to hear

with a tenuous ear

place.

nobody

what

says

in

this

Undressed in

unknowable clothes,

I strike an impossible pose,

then rest my non-head

on my shadowy bed,

and when I awaken, I doze.

I’m eating a make-believe bite,

today in the negative night.

The water I drink

from my

fictional sink

is dry as the darkness is

I toss an

against an impalpable wall.

It bounces and lands

in my vanishing hands-

It’s hard to keep track of it all.

I’d like to be positive, but

I’m stuck in a negative rut

I laugh when I’m sad,

when I’m angry, I’m glad,

whatever I open, I shut.

I’m running an opposite race,

maintaining an imprecise pace.

I lose when I win,

going out coming in-

it’s eerie in negative space.