TOFU

I'm learning to play the organ and I'm sitting

next to our church organist and it's a funeral

and her headbanging is affecting and

though she stamps her feet like one would tousle a bear

the pedals remain unscathed and in the church organ's notes 

is a breathable cork snuffed by a yellow lip 

then released in an unclothing of yeast

I always suspect the intelligent plotting of a freak accident

today's drama: the mourners antiquating and

cup-rattling later in the anteroom and talking smack

about barber sticks and barber sidekicks

and death by razor!

today's news: the bullfrog pallbearer is a new father

and the priest's walkie-talkie computerizes his kisses stale

and the church organist is like a discrepant spoor on a trapeze

and those horrible surprises when you get tofu instead of antimatter