04-02-2017, 07:18 AM
Orchestrated
"I've made a note of your obstinance; listen"
he blew into his recorder, a b flat
I believe, but I'm tone deaf with an unsound
mind and no time for his audible ordeals.
Every day we butt heads and clock faces,
he's a wind up, a wind bag. Puffing
himself up as I put myself down,
flexing his muscles and demonstrating
his instrumental precision whilst I lie
flat on the sofa. He says I should warm up,
I tell him he should exercise his tongue
by saying the whole word; "gymnasium".
He drinks a protein shake through a french
horn and bounces back and forth like a
metronome. He says he won't go without me.
He punches my midriff, strikes up the band of
flesh, knocks my air from me. He bottles it.
He sets up a microphone and amplifier.
I'm still winded, he turns up the volume to full,
I press my ears to muffle the feedback
as he raises the bottle to the mic "You
have to face it" he tells me. He unstops my
exhalation. I hear myself. Out.
"I've made a note of your obstinance; listen"
he blew into his recorder, a b flat
I believe, but I'm tone deaf with an unsound
mind and no time for his audible ordeals.
Every day we butt heads and clock faces,
he's a wind up, a wind bag. Puffing
himself up as I put myself down,
flexing his muscles and demonstrating
his instrumental precision whilst I lie
flat on the sofa. He says I should warm up,
I tell him he should exercise his tongue
by saying the whole word; "gymnasium".
He drinks a protein shake through a french
horn and bounces back and forth like a
metronome. He says he won't go without me.
He punches my midriff, strikes up the band of
flesh, knocks my air from me. He bottles it.
He sets up a microphone and amplifier.
I'm still winded, he turns up the volume to full,
I press my ears to muffle the feedback
as he raises the bottle to the mic "You
have to face it" he tells me. He unstops my
exhalation. I hear myself. Out.