(from a collection of poems on how to drive a child insane)
He was playing the organ, or at least
the keyboard made out of cardboard box
his stepfather had brought him in place of a real organ.
His stepfather forced him to perform
on that cardboard box for months.
When the organ finally arrived,
it was as if he were insane. The sounds that came out
of that hellish machines were nothing like
the sounds he had practiced.