Long Incisor Poems

Long in the tooth male doth recount, reflect, reimagine...
his woebegone damn dental daze today May 5th, 2021 

No particular rhyme nor reason
garden variety indentured flunky (me)
revisits his salmagundi salad days, 
when oral blight smote 
left...

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[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum 
They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a museum
A thousand Terror Bugs were massed, in...

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Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle
who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway
It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment
My aunt...

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Hydration day’s a month away.
Online belonging company’s an hour from 
startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre 
Viewfinder pigeonholed 
to rooftop tourist 
traps ruin’d carriage holy woods 
Hollywood's margins, Carousel 13. 
Things You’ll Bury: 
molasses sourdough flowers crypto-
currency...

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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from...

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Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The...

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[A parody of Mistletoe and Wine... apologies to Sir Cliff]
[‘Chorus’ indented for easy skipping if desired]


This night it will bring, a venomous sting
His life is long past, his cadaver’s grinning
He smells dreams of Santa and...

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Beauty beheld by a devil 
Would fury and lust incite
Taunting him to revel 
At things lovely and bright 
And only annoy and dishevel
The beast like a collar too tight.

Ugliness happened upon,    ...

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I sat on the edge of the roof, studying the horizon
Waiting for the do-gooder, who makes me wretch
He will not be ho-ho-ho-ing after I get finished here.
I feel something protruding from my left incisor.
Remnants of...

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ya can't recite a sonnet 
without a union card
we got rules here ya know
now move along, 
you're not da bard

ya can't be a narrated narrative
neither an alliterative comparative
voiced onomatopoeia sounds like a panacea
but the aesthetics...

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THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I...

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At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight.
She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically great?”
The other dragons were jealous, as weight in their kingdom...

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My teeth walked down the stairs today
Molar stepped on aluminum and I yelled “hey!”

They were rioting to protest the new floss.
I rolled my eyes; after all, I am the boss!

My mouth tried to speak but...

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Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt.
Blink razors carve her iris script.
Rib stars ovulate in feral grates,
mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath.
Keystroke ruin writes in collapse,
a waveform lodged in sternum glass.
Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim
Banana-knuckled hands torch...

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