To Teeth and Lovers:
Bleeding gums washing salty upon my feet
Tearing at them every year until whole chunks
Unlodge and I swallow them to purge as yeast out my vagina
I hold it too tight inside
And the pulsing wins throughout the day
I dream of it when I am away,
Every hour,
of that warm rough feeling that the pushing brings
My giver, applause and smile for our homecoming
Only to travel away home at last, lost and toothless
Sway to the music
Play it play it, sweep the pulse up into the ohhhhh!
Backward thoughts into,
Into bed, out of bed, into bed,
I long for you.
My ears steaming.
Bottle each,
Shoved down
Minted numb.
Put away to
Filling box,
Stamping out
Plans and love.
Water it with
Ginger booze
Swap sad lull
Into snot
Release pull.
Back into,
Cinch up for,
The coming day.
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Looking back.
Making things.
Hands are sieves,
through which money goes.
I don't need it,
It only pays for living.
Here's to 7 years of
the American Dream.
Another birthday
belting across
the land of floods
chains in winter
combat kiss run
We flow out
streaking ocean sunned
snow pale
asses
set out, set out
To home.
I'll check out that book, and I'll do what I can about writing. I just wish I could write the catchiest pop song, but Kenny Loggins or that one guy from ABBA has beaten me to every punch line. I know, I know.
If things aren't good, they'll improve. Are you writing still?