Short Dry Mouth Poems
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I went to call
Hung up
Thought again
Tried once more
My mouth
was dry
It thirst
for water
My lungs
Colapsed
From your
Empty heart
drought
dry mouth
wanting green
just the waiting
tears
wind
blowing
old curtains
the scent of rain
hope
Barbara Gorelick
For the Turn on The Lanterne contest
Dry mouth,
shallow breathing;
In your dessert mirage
I thought I saw a waterfall;
Dizzy,
I’m completely decimated;
It is too hot to care;
Please wet my lips,
full tilt.
A wretched bitter after taste
Engulfs my now dry mouth
My swollen tongue
No longer able to manuever with freedom
Lips scorched with schaffing skin
Revealing my raw flesh from your lips
Hampering from forever kissing another
Riding, riding, high tail cowboy!
Dry mouth, sunken orbits squint in the sunshine
Rearview mirror, grinning silver toothed
Gently rocking, singing in the trunk
Laugh, laugh! stainless eyes, steel sharpened grin
Splitting for the hills, knuckles white on the wheel
A killer on the run, Big Ed
Form:
Warm night
Cold day
Sleep light
Work heavy
Hot dinner
Cold drink
Eat light
Drink heavy
One drink
Feel fine
To many
Drunk belligerence
Up late
Much fun
Text message
Driver designated
More drinks
Sleeps mine
Wake up
Dry mouth
All this
Over & over
Parched lips dry mouth in sweltering heat,
Tantalized to tremble as fingers rest,
Caressed by the silky covered skin;
The thumb plays within her navel spot.
Denuding probe; she peels with laughter.
The sun breaks to split in smacked moves;
In the sweetness our juices combine
Quench my thirst in flesh provoked Delight.
The lips gain color in wet kisses;
A Florida orange whets my dream.
Scuba Diving
Heavy SCUBA tanks
As if flying in water
Everywhere blue
Dry mouth icky salt
Regulator gets knocked out
Can't breathe in water
See a shark hiding
Marveling in its stealth
Hope it's not hungry
Running our of air
Better get to boat fast
Stupid lungs why why?
Brightly colored fish
And coral everywhere
I wish I could stay
empty stomach
eyes bagged from lunch
lingering taste
of the hangover hunch
cotton chew
of minced inner cheek
dead cigarette cloak
stains of the meek
dreams of a bedside fountain
flow through
the dry mouth dream
hopes for buildup to swallow
to flush the liquid unclean
ache of head
drool glued to the bed
a familiar vortex
spins out of control
sudden slip
of equilibrium
force dishonest tears to roll
Hidden messages.
Subliminal.
Yet glaringly obvious to the keen observer.
I wouldn't have relations with someone incompetent.
So it shouldn't come to great surprise that I am seen through.
The intentions of youth obvious.
Yet Hope prevails.
The irony of the hidden message hidden in dab and shot soaked memory's.
Soon to be corroded from the flow of recollection.
A late nights morning.
Kissing the dry mouth of the dreary after a hard days night.
Dry mouth, air crisp, the snap on my skin,
Room dark, curtains drawn, I stay within.
Dare not check the time, I bury my head,
Excuses keep me warm in this bed.
Yesterday’s troubles left behind,
Today, my heart’s strong, peace of mind.
Coughs and cold, sugar in check,
I rise with courage, no turning back.
Pyjamas tight, it’s a lazy day,
Perhaps a prayer to clear the way.
Outside, the world waits, blanketed white,
And though I can't see, I know it's right.
I shake my head like a dog
that just crawled out of a pond;
with gratified grunts I stretch,
struggling to yawn away
sweet seductions
of sleep
from groggy bottles
deep.
Bone weary, dry mouth, dusty,
muscles aching, stomach souring,
whiff of stale beer in my breath;
like an overripe banana I wilt,
and, yeah, it surprises me
not
that I feel rotten, stinking
a lot.