Short Teethed Poems

Fey Finnish’s fine faerie house is teethed in true tradition.
Arrangement upon arrangements, a faerie fay’s sweet condition.
Lilies, lilacs, roses, and bell flowers an amazing violet blue,
Prettiest place I’ve seen on this planet. How about you?...

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Equal and Opposite

In stone, fruit, thought,
breaking free like fugitive drops,
from arrest to arrest,
gravity punishes inclination.
Mechanic, escarpment-teethed
it grinds the inconstant glass
of orbital fall, mental elipse, 
until the motive light again
leaps up, and on, out,
over, in, and through
trailing like a spray
the bright scarf
of un-Newtonian surprise....

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Binge fiend of opulent fear. Between two way mirrors sponsoring fright, pale sheets of red color paint. Tell me if you believe in the boogey man. 
Does it nip the tips of your toes while you sleep? Dreams of animosity teethed at the hair strewn rind of bedlam. 
Or perhaps the pair of bright bleached eyes illuming in frosty despondence, a closet of decadence with a grain swollen grimace. 
Do you believe in the boogey man? 
-Mitch...

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as all suns begin to evaporate
through the canals of salt
and tremble under the weight of water
and touch the untouched ground

the zealous trench is draped
with coral stags and seaweed-snakes
and teethed with pores of fire
which cleaves all light

as a strange fish, ill wander forever
the opaque, in search of nothing
in the hearth of origin, of dreams
in realms of jostling rainbows
ill plant my velvet flag
and sleep, in winding sheets...

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