Saturday, February 28, 2009

a little warm up (for wolfgang)

39 this month
w/rotting molars
coffee & nicotine stained
incisors darker than my skin
every night death unflossing them
a little more
w/its rough ancient twine
i prefer to think of it all
as a little warm up before
it finally straps its black tourniquet
around my heart
cinches it just right
& there'll be no more losing teeth
they'll be safe in my skull
beneath the ground
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.