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Occasional Poem — Robert Phillips

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Instrument of Choice

She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs,
dances or dates,

so she chose the instrument
no one else wanted:
the tuba. Big as herself,
heavy as her heart

its golden tubes
and coils encircled her
like a lover’s embrace.
Its body pressed on hers.

Into its mouthpiece she blew
life, its deep-throated
oompahs, oompahs sounding,
almost, like mating cries.

This is an awful poem, but I’m posting it simply because I can’t figure out if it’s intentionally trying to be funny or not.

Your thoughts . . .? 03971semajmeopcco

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Friday, December 14, 2007 10:08 am

    I’d say it’s trying to be funny. At first I thought it was going to be an inspirational poem for ugly ducklings, but then she started to fuck the tuba…

  2. terrific permalink
    Sunday, December 16, 2007 1:10 pm

    hahahhhaha!! (to Beal’s comment)

    It’s meant to be funny, okay?

  3. James17930 permalink
    Monday, December 17, 2007 11:25 am

    So if it’s intentionally trying to be funny, that means it’s really fucking cruel.

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