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:
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
Imaginative! I especially like the second stanza.
how are your teethies feelin' ?
I love.
To me, it looks like two tear drops--one following the other.
I think they are tear drops too.
Did you lose some toofers?
Oh ... no fun.
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