Monday, 28 September 2015


something unsettling when you chip a tooth
at first the sensation that maybe all is not
as it was
but maybe something lodged...dislodged?
finding a wayward way
but the tongue tells
speaks out that something is not as it was
ragged jagged uneven
wondering now where the remnants are
moving their way along the stream
river of me

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