Sweet Like a Crow..

The other day in my English class, my professor (who I think is pretty darn cool) passed this out for us to read. She has a read different poems each Friday. She calls it her "Friday thing". I love it. This poem made me laugh. It's sort of the anti-valentines day poem.
Enjoy!

Your voice sounds like a scorpion being pushed through a glass tube
like someone has just trod on a peacock
like wind howling in a coconut
lie a rusty bible, like someone pulling barbed wired
across a stone courtyard, like a pig drowning,
a vattacka being fried
a bone shaking hands
a frog singing at Carnegie Hall.
Like crows swimming in milk,
like a nose beinghit my a mango
like the crowd at the Royal - Thomian match,
a womb full of twins, a pariah dog
with a magpie in its mouth
like the midnight jet from Casablanca
like Air Pakistan curry,
a typewriter on fire, like a spirit in the gas which cooks your dinner,
like a hundred pappadans being crunched, like someone
uselessly trying to like 3 Roses matches in a dark room,
the clicking sound of a reef when you put your head into the sea,
a dolphin reciting epic poetry to a sleepy audience,
the sound of a fan when someone throws brinjals at it,
like pineapples being sliced in the Pettah market
like betel juice hitting a butterfly in mid-air
like a whole village running naked onto the street
and tearing their sarongs, like an angry family
pushing a jeep out of the mud, like dirt on the needle,
like 8 sharks being carried on the back of a bicycle
like 3 old ladies locked in the lavatory
like the sound I heard when having an afternoon sleep and
someone walked through my room in ankle bracelets.
By Michael Ondaactic (hopefully I spelled it write)