every room should have a hammond organ
you feel me?
i'm talking living rooms, offices, kitchens
who knows when a moment of inspiration;
bent red; an american bullfrog ingenuity
too much murmuring;
so when you ask to hold that thought
in a meeting, you tip-toe over
to the organ, turn up the volume,
sit and play that sound that melts
away the furniture; there's a shift
and a pulling away of the tiles.
"play it... loud." tears on the subway
give me twenty-five pedals
and i'll carry church organ pipes
under my arm through the town
unimaginable sonic hand grenade
to make the wibblies fall out
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