One Year
Let the year — crack like an egg
the yew of it drying out your mouth
Spit
if you can
Amber
if you can
— There
is a bird inside you it is
flapping the cage apart
Showing posts with label mouth. Show all posts
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08 March 2017
14 September 2016
Poem-A-Day #198 : Sonnet for the End of Days
Sonnet for the End of Days
The earth is awake
Opens itself all over then leaves the mouths to hang open
like old wood doors and gates that will not shut in their swollen frames
It Venus flytraps - honeys the corners of its lips
The earth is hungry
All that melting has it in a bulking mood
pre-gaming the workout the salts of bodies will electrolyte it
It is not content to feed on the constant churn of slow-moving rock
or the bursting of dead bodies into it
The earth is needing is in heat is feral it cannot even deal right now
The grinding within is the sound of teeth mid-nightmare
is the refusal to smooth itself the refuting of self
Negation and scorched salting
The earth is a death-throe from knocking itself out
The earth is awake
Opens itself all over then leaves the mouths to hang open
like old wood doors and gates that will not shut in their swollen frames
It Venus flytraps - honeys the corners of its lips
The earth is hungry
All that melting has it in a bulking mood
pre-gaming the workout the salts of bodies will electrolyte it
It is not content to feed on the constant churn of slow-moving rock
or the bursting of dead bodies into it
The earth is needing is in heat is feral it cannot even deal right now
The grinding within is the sound of teeth mid-nightmare
is the refusal to smooth itself the refuting of self
Negation and scorched salting
The earth is a death-throe from knocking itself out
29 July 2016
Poem-A-Day #151 : Mute
I have sat in a dentists chair twice while someone near by was being told they had cancer in their mouth. It is harrowing to listen to someone be told that their life is changed, that they will lose a body part. Sitting behind a partition, you are not an observer, you are a hearing device. You are trespassing on grief. The moment has fallen into your lap. And you are static, unable to move, because you too are in a dentists chair, mouth full of cotton.
Mute (4/19/05)
The taste is metallic
throbbing in the back
of my throat
The sound of a man
being told
he has tongue cancer
Bubbles floating over plants
pop
on the aquarium surface
A bright flash
hiss of pneumatic doors
mind the gap -
The tunnels thump
this is a moving place
The feeling of
perpetual motion
The dark tunnel and white tiles
The smell of old
flashing mice eyes
orbs of oil in brick spaces
Why the memory of a dentist
brings up undergrounds is beyond me
The rhythm maybe
of train tracks and random flashes of blue
the sound of setting a filling
The man is now crying
they are telling him
that the tongue will have to go
The doors open on air
Mute (4/19/05)
The taste is metallic
throbbing in the back
of my throat
The sound of a man
being told
he has tongue cancer
Bubbles floating over plants
pop
on the aquarium surface
A bright flash
hiss of pneumatic doors
mind the gap -
The tunnels thump
this is a moving place
The feeling of
perpetual motion
The dark tunnel and white tiles
The smell of old
flashing mice eyes
orbs of oil in brick spaces
Why the memory of a dentist
brings up undergrounds is beyond me
The rhythm maybe
of train tracks and random flashes of blue
the sound of setting a filling
The man is now crying
they are telling him
that the tongue will have to go
The doors open on air
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