crumbled and rolled

still hungry after all these years… 05/04/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:24 am

i hate coming to
and realizing i’m post-tornado,
the aftermath of childish blustering
stain my guiltier teeth right to the ridges.
take me away with your tool,
doctor salty enamel tickling tip

ignore the subconscious gushing
mouth-blood of it.

(i ate too many carbohydrates tonight. this stuff in parentheses is not part of the poem, just a disclaimer for the title.)


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