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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463597" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anatomy Of A Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thing was finally strapped down tight and quite asleep.<br>drip, drip, drip, from the bag, thru the tubing, under the skin-<br>dewy fluids and a rapid, sliding bubble, round first, then oblong, <br>How thru its medium it squeezed, salmon-like! <br>graphs, monitors, stainless, blips, bleeps; <br>and, like camels padding a silk road, the up-thrown glyphs, evidencing life, tireless; <br>the easy purl of snoring: <br>snore, snore-this was anesthesia! <br>the gentle rise and fall of the rib cage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let us begin', said the technician.<br>'Keep your eyes on the screen'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In came the specialist, gloved green, who even masked, bore<br>an uncanny resemblence to Eddie Poe.<br>From a table she chose a scalpel and a pair of sterile pinking shears: <br>crunch, crunch.<br>Soon there were feathers-over the walls, on the floor, <br>sticky feathers everywhere; then flew out, <br>arpeggios, glissandi by the score, <br>groans and sighs galore but no proper blood.<br>diads, triads, quite a few fourths, some fifths, <br>sevenths, octaves, glorious augmentations.<br>and appogiaturas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My God'! she swore, in a sweat of wonder, <br>'the thing's all feathers! Suction, please'.<br>phytaphytaphytaphytaphytaphytaphytaph yta</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was cold in the room<br>Everyone had goose-flesh.<br>Everyone had back-aches.<br>Photos were snapped<br>For home viewing, later.<br>After three hours or more<br>The boys were sick of the deever<br>So they closed with catgut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Feathers' was the diagnosis.<br>'Too many and not enough'.<br>'One removed from craw'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463597" data-title="Anatomy Of A Song de Morgan Michaels" data-description="The thing was finally strapped down tight and quite asleep. drip, drip, drip, from the bag, thru the tubing, under the skin- dewy fluids and a rapid, sliding bubble, round first, then oblong, How thru its medium it squeezed, salmon-like! graphs,..."></div> </div> </div>
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