Tubas Need Oxygen: Ode to A Friend This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

July 16, 2011
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The fact of our friendship is that
My love is so elephantine, I love you as a tuba consummates oxygen.
The collision and rushing byzantine mechanical connection, capping, making
Something out of the pause-less swell-and-shrink of living so that
The brassy and absurd inter-bending slopes of my persona can consummate oxygen (that is,
Your quiet potential-ful necessary-ness),
My friend,
And again! From the top!
Oxygen can only be consummated when love, like mine, is so elephantine
A little big and a little aware of it, plucking you for a second from the hot
Swirl-swell of lung-life (where before you could have
Sworn you always wanted to be) up into me,
Letting me give you sound and send you out
A little fuller and higher than your fellow floating pockets of molecular existence
Because without you this silly twisted trunk’s only note was
Because even the golden gleaming mammoth oh no wait especially the gleaming mammoth
Needs the invisible ignitable science of inhalation.
And so i need you.

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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 26 at 3:28 pm
That's amazing. The tuba/oxygen metaphor is creative and original, and you explore it so well and make it fit with a close relationship. Yayyyyyy!
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