Friday, December 16, 2005


my mouth is made out of humming
that's made of spring water
that's made of nickel

my skin is made of helium
composed of veal
that's made of glue

my hands are bowls of snow
made out of blisters
made from monsoons

already my mind has smiled
out of its golden hospital

halfway through the operation, the surgeon
rests a spell, well deserved,
made of oxygen


Bob Hoeppner said...

Very nice, though, I have to admit, being a typical guy, the first line stuck in my head, What with "humming" means in the vernacular and all. Now it'll be a struggle to concentrate at work...

SarahJane said...

bob -
i'm so amazingly out of it... what on earth is "humming" in the, um, vernacular? i can only guess. my friends do say i need to get out more ...

Bob Hoeppner said...

This is the connotation that occured to me:

Definition number 1.

Sometimes I just can't help my bad self.

SarahJane said...

i'm so way behind.
cool dictionary!

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Lovely! Surreal and completely sensible at the same time. And thanks to Bob, I've learned something new, too.

Bob Hoeppner said...


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