Speak Mouth

Speak Mouth

A Poem by Soil Creep
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A dream

"
Smell of fire,
  the roiling 
   pyramid 
   stoking 
   commas 
    with 
special attention 
to 
the senses
panorama 
  A.J.'s Annual Party, 
              --a hitch rig shot from within, 
the young man grinding his teeth 
  _uprooting 
  molar by molar 
as if he was never satisfied by-
    a white outline 
around every licking spark: 
A small contribution 
for the oxygen starved counters.

© 2012 Soil Creep


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Soil Creep
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Added on June 11, 2012
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Soil Creep
Soil Creep

Maryville, MO



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