Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Few Moments in the Comparisonator

Her eyes were as blue as not
sky or sea but, but, uh--

The moon looked like not
cheese, a face, a balloon, but
a flashlight shined
varicose veins.

My love for you is stronger
than my breath
after I've eaten
raw onions and Limburger
cheese.  What? You don't
eat raw onions or
Limburger cheese?

A sadness enveloped me.
Like an envelope. Right?

When you take off your
clothes, baby, I don't
think about comparisons.

Hans Ostrom, 2012
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