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Bottoms up (soap and water)

by Johnny Crimson

We made an attempt
to categorize the mind.
There were sprockets
and valves, neck ties
and stains.
Oh, the stains!

The filigree chiseled
into the iron kinks
suggested nothing more
than a wandering,
braggadocios audiophile;
searching for vinyl cleaning solution
in the Venusian twilight.

In an attempt to clear
his prehistoric browsing history,
he reaches for the rat poison
and summons a glass from the maid.

09/26/2016

Posted on 09/26/2016
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/26/16 at 05:45 PM

Nutty...hilarious combination of words and images, Johnny. Not easy to write, and still have some coherence.

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