Mikael Ejdemyr

Rookie - 94 Points (Borås, Sweden)

Mannequins - Poem by Mikael Ejdemyr

The mannequins turn their back on me and walk away they visit Amsterdam and smoke a pipe three steps from Morocco they worship and fill the streets with their hot hips from Finland sootflakes drifting miles away the mannequins sing with a kittenish gaze: 'money is everything work like a fool and run to India run to Death or to the beech forests by the sea! ' shuffling steps behind me: 'is it open? ' a bent old woman's hoarse voice she points at a basement door and steps carefully down the stairs to a newly formed layman church a powerful missionary voice when she opens: 'is it the Textile Museum that is on fire? ' dashing dance music from above a place called The Canopy

Topic(s) of this poem: zen

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 12, 2016

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