Eject
Smiles are irrationality embodies
as the Tides' curling edges hopelessly
Moon-driven. It is Poppy seed dialect
and swollen pupil diction,
and it is
an Om's eternity away
from lolling tongue, rolling eyes, gnawinggrindinggnashing
molars who read road atlas veins in crude
braille like tea leaves:
The taste of God
in a shrapnel bomb.
Copyright © Jenna-Nichole Conrad | Year Posted 2013
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