Organ Grinder No Monkey

 

Her red gash opens again

Bright white gleaming

enamel running red lipped gash around

 

She gasps and cries out

pipe organ blowing and steaming

“What will the neighbors say, what will they think?”

 

This organ grinder cares not for concern

fingers stroking the keys to mad eruption

Sound and steam and engine fury melt staid stilted stances

 

Grind on monkey man

push the limit for us

grind ecstasy for the quivering masses