My Wisdom Teeth
So many teeth
Buried in the skull and padlocked away
They poke through the pink and red
Many fear the man
With the metal hands
Violent language and tormented cries
Ragweed dies and its children rise
From the ashes
A phoenix of death meant to inflect
Mucous green and slime
Tears drip into your honeyed nostrils,
A Serpent Trail
Path. Unaware of
The ringing of night
A spider from hell
She could tunnel holes beneath death.
The devil hides innocent victims with
Treacherous, red limbs
Dragging me into the anguished world.
Place my cement ground somewhere
By my shoulders.
This stinging skeleton melted for
And a painful death.
Still, I drape myself with ropes,
And good dreams.
A Journal of the Arts