It is possible that what I'm about to do breaks some rules, but I want to type out one of Todd Colby's poems. It is called "My Music"
My thigh bone
is actually a bell
and I ring it sometimes late at night.
I wait until everyone has gone to sleep
and then i tiptoe into the anteroom
sit down in my rocker
and poor myself a glass of Nyquil.
After I'm feeling drowsy from the medicine
I peel back the skin and muscle from my thigh
with a pair of cheap tweezers
from an old Operation game
and tap the bell inside
with a tiny brass
xylophone mallet.
This is my music.
is actually a bell
and I ring it sometimes late at night.
I wait until everyone has gone to sleep
and then i tiptoe into the anteroom
sit down in my rocker
and poor myself a glass of Nyquil.
After I'm feeling drowsy from the medicine
I peel back the skin and muscle from my thigh
with a pair of cheap tweezers
from an old Operation game
and tap the bell inside
with a tiny brass
xylophone mallet.
This is my music.
..and your tweezers!
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