Mastication Poems - Poems about Mastication

...I'm frozen here And shall remain While anaesthetic Eases pain My lips are fat My tongue just lies No words untrue While spittle flies A mouth aghast While tools engage And rubber fin......

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... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......

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...She is sitting, front legs under her reddish-brown mass. When I think of her shape it is always her belly I see most. The bulging warmth, the mastication, her on-going digestion. I'm a boy, ......

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...A poem unlived is a poem merely written -- sustenance our words let the body digest with heartfelt regurgitation – a poem unlived is a poem merely written as well as tasty center, a hea......

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...As sex and scars, mascara covers The blood n liquor mingles on the bar Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors While dark dreams coalesce in all my corners I sit here wondering: What went w......

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...Such pipedream regarding winning bucket loads of cash, would make monetary woes in an instantaneous flash mine dentures no longer will futilely grind and gnash, cuz I would undergo oral surgery......

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...Crowds and noise and people enthralled me When I had deciduous teeth. And a simple thought of loneliness Engendered collywobbles in me. How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes! ......

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...I could never write a poem about Horseradish Dust bunnies Nose hairs Rat droppings A dead roach Cow pies Mastication Silverfish Ketchup A dirty diaper A car engine Naval fuzz Cobwebs V......

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...Gholam startled for a second, smelling the women; his nose turned sharply to the east, Glad he would be able to rapidly pick up their scent after devouring his feast, Madic had been an acqua......

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...A fine mist of rain falls silent on his thin, sharp-angled face. He picks up the pace and tilts his head to the wind. He walks through the plundered slumber of crumbled poverty, abandoned,......

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...Pasted upon a placement of mastication, Loaded with karma built up over time's ages, Different names have different fazes wasted being locked up in this basement. Manic depressive moments wear smi......

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...time slides ever to the right, neither scabrous skidding mark, nor faint leavings of wisdom’s feast, only gouged furrows, upturned days, to love only ideas of love, inane this hate of a cruel......

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...Crunch "I don't want to read something I already know or which is going to slide down easily: there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience." Poet John Ashbery. He wasn't t......

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...above named entitled african american orthodontist crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana – who had quite noticeable gapped te......

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...There is a place I know that the locals call jellybean row the drunk dance in the street there is no animosity, nobody is a foe the wind whips and curls around the battery more complimentary t......

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