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Sometimes I’m sharp of teeth Mr W.

I always have been sharp of teeth. I cut string with my teeth, pierce plastic bottles, make dents in bone, break bone, break skin.

But then there is this love. And it’s so awful and mysterious I don’t know how to map it. And it can’t even find a bed and breakfast.

It wants dangerous destructive events.  It wants rolling hills and warm breath. It aches like a period cramp, and loses its way

like a cat suffering from dementia. But for you, and always you, this love has holes to catch more light, it’s pierced my skin star-

gazing into your jellyfish waters. This love is entirely lost in you, and wants nothing else but to  float on a feather down your back,

your hips, your thighs and curve round each pornographic toe. Look what this dangerous business of love encourages–it’s fucked

up  repository of poetical confession

stop.

too late. It barks at me, and whispers silvery,

in another woman’s voice,  whose eyes are reading these lines as I type them.

This love, I’ve observed it leaving the house and taking books out on the lost art of compass-making, on industrial eco-friendly design…taxidermy.

And this love is a shoehorn, a colander, a monkey wrench. I don’t know what a monkey wrench looks like but I know it’s vitally

important to heart-wrenching activities. I’ve never owned a shoe-horn but there are times when I am trying on size 9 shoes with my

size 10 feet wishing for one, made from bone. And the beautifully named Colander  represents my ability

to say forever and desperately mean it knowing what colanders do.

This love is letting you walk out the door,

loose on valium and without shoes,

and the woman typing this can’t help but think,

a monkey wrench, a colander, a shoe-horn just might fix

the heart wrenching scene that is slipping through my fingers,

a barefoot man and a sharp-toothed woman.

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smite

Smite

 

I will talk about the weather

because the heat has made me boring

and left me without beauty

and no desire for whoring

 

 

 

Value

Two dollars and I’ve coffee

8 dollars and I’ve wine

it’s not so fancy

but I’m not your friend

so this wine will be just fine

 

 

 

 

crisp

If I was anything today

I was probably a crisp

or an 18th century nobody

with an uppity lisp

 

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