Long Incisors Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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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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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The...

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My Halloween party was in full swing. I had gone all out this year and rented an old crumbling, reputed-to-be haunted mansion for the evening's Dionysian festivities, and all the invited guests were present and...

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From the Elephant's diary


You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet...

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This is where my grief met Jeremiah's lamentations

OUR FATHER
As far as the east is from the west, that’s how far the Lord has removed our transgressions from us?
Why do I feel not far removed from...

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I AM DANCING ALONG THE CORRIDOR OF LOVE.

As I write to you, family and friends have started suspecting perhaps I'm suffering from 'lovecamia' that is, the problem of not being loved as coined by me...

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so much precious existence 
found me rooted with mouth ajar 
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum 
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect 
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar 
envy for those with a complete set...

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Oh, the fine attire.  
Women in low cut, grand gowns.
Men in their finest plumage.
Strutting Peacocks, aiming to draw attention.

I wore tails of silk, with fine brocade work as the trim, down the sleek lapels....

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and...

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I was having a dialog
with my inner shock collar
a present from my fairy godmother
who had trimmed the hedge
into leafy mammals with teeth
ready to protect the perimeter
and as sure as incisors segue to molars
they tore loose...

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once …

there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers 
the fame of phlegmic foggers

so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their...

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I have a fanged cat with the lightest aquamarine blue eyes
I told my guest, who acted suspicious and declared some surprise.
She’ll be along shortly, I told her, don’t worry. She’ll find you.
But Marble my cat...

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DO YOU NEED A DRESS FOR A HALLOWEEN STROLL?
I MEAN THE PERFECT ONE TO MAKE YOU ROLL?
THEN HEAR ME OUT AND FOLLOW NOT THE WIND:
 AND TRULY YOU SHALL ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN.

 A MOUTH WITH...

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Corny: I haven't used real butter
In years

Only eat this fake crap now the
Colorful plastic tub

Slather it on the baked potatoes 
All you like

Won't hurt you none as a left eye 
Twitched some

His gleaming mouth stretched,...

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A genie's lamp cannot compare,
To smoke awoken from my breath,
Slithered out in ancient swear,
Unshackled life from sudden death.

Hear me now in brazen bond,
Bow to me, before now still,
From truth ye once had to abscond,
In fevers,...

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Many arts there are    but none
More difficult    more painstakingly done
Than the ancient art of chewing gum
Describing process of the work's refinement quite impossible

Sculpture gum's a fickle medium
The chewist must...

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Not to question the Almighty
Though when planning out our life He
Might have done a better job 
In the designing of the gob

For in the matter of our teeth
Far from a permanent bequeath
They’re like friends for...

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Quarantined 

Waking up to this strange dream
First sight is the checkered ceiling
Then the antique bathroom mirror
I see old age and worried red eyes
I see another drawn day of breathing

My beard is out of control with...

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Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of...

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Bite then, a piece off my flesh,
And quench on the gushing pints of red.
Sink deep your incisors, and dig for what little remains;
Yank! with great hunger and break the skin like a dog to a...

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Noisy laughter escapes from my mouth,
As the muscles of my cheek over stretched ,
I open my mouth to shine my teeth
and expose my incisors and canines for the world to see , 
My cheeks ...

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Mocking the dead,

the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,

but

the villagers with their worn...

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THE EDGE OF NIGHT

Evil enveloped the edge of night, eerily so.
Twilight twittered with draconian fangs, hidden though.

A voluptuous vineyard of maidens, making merry.
A silent bat hovers over throaty wine, viscous berry.

Twirling skirts tantalize charmer’s moony...

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Heart

Pulse throbbing, breathlessly imbibing the cliff’s enthrall. The crashing of momentous waves against the bolder rocks. The passionate heaving of whisking foam and the swollen coolness of seaside air.

Mind

Blown, for I am not a fisherman,...

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