Chopped Lips
smacking her lips
i know she can smell me
the cab ride to the wrong town
a fog ride through destiny
territory
territory
hunter
im the preditory recoil
im no shrub chasing alice
i am th chalice of jewels being spilled
the elipse of thunder sat upon the high noon
fortune omens whispering fortunes
blood begins to boil
double trouble
icing in the middle
wonder if thers an answer to my own riidle
went through all this trouble
double the mixture
frog in a blender
snake eye
blood root
virgin oil
and no surrender
chopped lips
special sauce
special
sauce
balancing plates
on sticks
the cat and the dog
licking their chopsticks
ready for their walk
territory
territory
double dutch hot cross buns
the visitors are coming
and their gonna want more than one helping
the circles in the pasture
the headgame of the sky
all the while out the window it passes my by
these sideways glances of life
where i look atmyself and ask am i justified?
on the full moon the thirteen chosen
open the boxes
and ring the bells
forever breaking the spell
a feat of unequal measure
first to get the boxes
then the bells
then the envelopes
than to send it to 13 worthy selves
chopped lips
put up your dukes
earl i need to know
is it you making the wolf howl
taught her to mask her teeth
taught her to hunt
how to act
trade places
and then be driven crazy
by the game the play of emotional words and pets
you make me sick
and this ring a hungry man i become
something left unsaid
under your thumb
chopped lips
smacking her jaws
licking her lips
sleeping on the floor
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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