Friday, March 4, 2011

The Biting Edge

bites chewed slow
between numb buds
taste no pleasure yet
intense desire begs
 between whispers
and hiccoughs 
to name the 

It only 
crackles like 
a bad connection
leaving me to wonder 
if I'm looking out the bars 
of a padded pastel crib or 
behind stark prison iron 
waiting for the key
to unlock lost
 parts of 


A Simple Country Girl said...

crackles like a bad connection--or maybe murmurs like a party-line full of listeners...

I love "shape" poems. Was it on purpose or did it morph into it?


Maureen said...

Imaginative! I especially like the second stanza.

nance marie said...

how are your teethies feelin' ?

Laura said...

I love.

To me, it looks like two tear drops--one following the other.

Kathleen Overby said...

I think they are tear drops too.

Sandra Heska King said...

Did you lose some toofers?

S. Etole said...

Oh ... no fun.