[I should get better teeth]

 

I should get better teeth,

a guitar with more mirrors,

more wet in a hole full of diamond heads.

Scientists wait to plot

my evidence properly.

Doctorates of mobility

choose to operate somehow

on the worst potencies of infancies aromas.

Coughing in the puppet huff

at happy hour hands made of sand

unlucky with dice and nine percent numbers.

 

Rabid as the slumber of daily trouble,

everyday it snowed and looked

like angels were dying on the moon.

Disgust of the apple bowl circus

revolving maternal twins in the window circus

surrounded with skinny faces, and heavy faces,

and regular faces made me knock

twice on the door of coffee caps

to assure they were making it clear,

it was very nice having me here.

 

In the fractures of a crescendo

dreaming timely to a song.

Nothing we drink will agree

with the notes we theorize.

Fits of avenues

and many other sites dig up apples

in your stitched stomachs

close to constantly.

 

Lost things are mostly gone

when swallowed and end up

in faces, laps, lips,

problems, arms and praises;

we can't remember them then.

Making sense with the bridges

and difficult appointments

to keep in the silver stream of windmills

whirling silently like bounces around

the impossibility of sleepy opportunities.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

Disgust of the apple bowl circus...i circus talk.

I dont even know what this means but it is one
of the best things I have set my eyes on in a while.
thank you for writing it.