Sixty Fangs
bruised tank top
name’s been scratched out
a guy jumps over the net fence,
out of the dog’s yard
smoother than the water in a wine glass.
guy says “what you talkin’ bout”
and then it’s nothing but nothing words and prepositions
i remember the dog’s name was Mocha
covered in scars
a black belt in Wing Chun
currently majoring in Philosophy
which is even more scary
some guy said to me that people like us
are actually kings
they all said the same thing
but they were all right, you know
maybe i just didn’t think of it
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
