My plastic organ-pipes


with Midas touch that leads me on
your promises of more to come
myopic stings of lathered buns
psychotic misses take me home
mischievously like Sisyphus
fills up his rock-pretend-balloons
oblivious of plastic organ-pipes
I greet my cheerleader’s baboons
and compose my lonesome eulogy
before I’m jumping in analogies

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I kept this under 53 words, and I also tried with some figurative language. Hope it fits for Toads tonight

May 24, 2014

22 responses to “My plastic organ-pipes

  1. oha – the plastic organ-pipes made me cringe a bit…wondering how they would sound… it’s a cool practice as well to keep poems short… that’s why i loved the 55’s a lot – it forces you to think careful about every word

  2. I like the heavy balloons and the plastic organ pipes. Sounds like making do with what you have. Beware of the analogies.
    A nice busy write, non stop so take a big breath before reading aloud. 🙂
    ..

  3. What a concoction and/or cacophony in your home. My grandparents had an organ in the diningroom. Enormous it was, and my mother was the organist from the age of 13. They used it before meals as part of their religious way of life. I’m sure yours is not real 🙂

  4. Ha! Delightful word choices, Bjorn. I especially like the cheerleader’s baboons.It doesn’t pay to get too serious with either eulogy or analogy sometimes.

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