I can't feel a fucking thing (Remove filter)
Teeth
Fistfuls of teething,
hot and wet like sand,
a mocking curse, screeching
and grinding over one another,
flooding through windows and baseboards,
cascading over chandeliers and
down hallways, clashing and clattering
chattering like the frosty duels of rutting
November bucks
filling me up, burning hot
like a drill from dentists' days
skewered and chewed
caught and crushed
a mor...
Wednesday 28th December 2016 11:22 am
Recent Comments
LEON STOLGARD on Target
3 minutes ago
LEON STOLGARD on Haven for timelessness
10 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on “Song without Words” for Sir Keir Starmer [With Apologies to Fanny and Felix Mendelssohn]
34 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haven for timelessness
56 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Withering Of The Whispering Wind
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
1 hour ago
LEON STOLGARD on Target
1 hour ago
LEON STOLGARD on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Another Poem for Sir Keir Starmer JUICY JCB WTF
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on ‘Anthology’ without poems delivers silent swipe at Keir Starmer
2 hours ago