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Friday, March 4, 2011

The Biting Edge

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

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 
me.


7 comments:

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?

Blessings

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.