The fluffed rice is playing too
pitched by my tongue
on black and white sound waves,
an ocean of invisible pianos
marinated without the plug.
I print song books in a building
between my teeth,
overhead doors chain,
laying words upon a flatbed~
sold: mother-daughter smiles.
A contest entry
- KIDS VS. ADULTS by longlife by longlife.
425 points, ended June 26, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what did you feel I expressed?
Comments
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I felt quite confused. I may read it later then I'll understand it. I think its about a mom and her daughter cooking. I just read it a couple times more. Its pretty good
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Written with wonderful and weird descriptions that bespeak an old soul.
An imagination run wild and most enjoyably. 
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