teeth
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I see the world in its beautyOthers see me in fear
I see the world in its graceOthers see me and sneer
Something calls me outA shriek, a scream, a screech
I want to forget the way your words became teeth,
Sharp, gnashing, unforgiving.
You talk ‘pretty’ now.
Your canines ground down and polished,
Marble halls echo the dirge
Mournful walls lament
There’s wailing atop the cascade of stone
the descending slabs, the threshing floor
there’s beating of the pulp
All the years of winding
and tightening the
perfectionist urges, only
to increase the craving
for alteration. And finally
comes the vain obligation
to maintain
2 rows of 32 pearls.
when our faces were close and our mouths stillclumsyyour broken tooth always reminded me that I wasalive.and now I hear you are getting your front-right-tooth filled in because
Big white and shiny,
The tooth glistens in his mouth
Waiting for a meal.
A chew so graceful,
Helping relieve the hunger
So you do not starve.
And now after work
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for the sun but lingers in dark
And aims for my love, but misses the mark
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
