Sample from Finger Poem

I’m writing a poem for my fingers
And I know they can’t hear me
Or read what I write
But none-the-less I am writing a poem for my fingers
And there are just a few things I’d like to say
            “What’s up?”...
            “Long time no….
                        Touch?”
Thanks for picking my nose earlier
            That really meant a lot
And
I know you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to
            So
                        Thanks….

But on a serious note
I appreciate your unconditional love
The way you can

            perfectly point
            Peace out
            Push pens
            And count
I think it’s really neat that you can do all these things

for me
And it’s about time I do something for you
So I’m writing a poem for my fingers…

To my thumb

So isolated from the others

Stoic

Standing at attention

To let everyone know that,

“Hey, everything is going great”

Pointing with a waggle to the West…East…North…South

To let people know I want to travel

A hitch-hiker’s ride to take me on adventures

Though doing so may get me killed by a stranger

At least that is what mom always said

A thank you for surviving

infant abuse
Of nighttime nightmares
            You’re just lying out there
                        So let me put you in my
                                    Mouth

For lighting lighters

Aiding in the making of a pig nose

Allowing me to learn to count to five instead of four

You are durable, stout

A brute who can wrestle

Pull out Plums

tell people to “sit on it”

An impersonator

Fooling children into thinking

You are a nose

Just ripped from their face

You can take a licking

And use it for motivation to turn the page

Ah, thumb

For allowing me to twiddle you when bored

For separating me from the other beasts of the world

I write a poem for opposable you

You the thumb

To the Index

Your comic relief of
Gas
Pull my finger so I can
FAR Too long it’s been since you’ve received your proper thanks
For your E.T. healing powers

ouch
Accusation
“He did it!”

To specify exact locations

“I hurt here…and here…and a little bit here”

For poking

To see if it is still alive

For Poking

To the center of a chest

Poking

to show I mean business

Poking

“You son-of-a-bitch!”

And for time-tested scratching technique

For Fabled dam plugging abilities

Aiding the blind to read Brail

For putting your own health at risk

Trepid testing of temperatures

Pool is too cold

Coffee too hot

The bath…Ahhhh, just right

Moist

You can tell me which way the wind is blowing

Wipe away smudges

Wield wet willies

Pleasure a woman (myself)…

…though I suppose it’s a preference

You fit perfectly in my ears

Allowing me to pretend, “I’M NOT LISTENING!”

When I really can

Unless, of course, I hum

Working with the thumb you can become

Childhood makeshift pistols, “bang-bang”

A snake-bite pinch

“Stay awake!”

A self-loathing critic

“Look how fat I am…I’m pathetic”

A metaphorical reality check

“Pinch me…this can’t be true”

A protector

Pinch my nose

To avoid odors

To down disgusting medicine

To equalize pressure during flights

or deep sea diving

so my head won’t explode

The two of you can

Flick

boogers

Cold ears

crisp from a winter breeze

My cat’s nose when she won’t stop meowing

Though as a write I feel bad about it

You two together pick things up

That are too tiny

Too revolting

For the others to get involved

You can faint pity with sarcasm as you

play the world’s smallest violin

As for the middle

Well …
“Fuck you too!”
And that’s for the fury of fists from other fingers
That have found it quite funny
To respond to you with a
PUNCH

I do thank you for the ‘snap’

In conjunction with thumb

A handy device

Get someone’s attention

Show disappointment

Illustrate the materialization of an idea

And Play along with my favorite songs