the lacquer of your teeth
stretched over by
hot dry lips
powdered pink dough
two rolls
pierced with thready wrinkles
glint of water collects
steaming word stream
emanates, dissipates
nonsense
this poem is about... cotton mouth.
dude, you actually posted. far our. now you'll have to keep up with me. :D i'll see you later this week
Posted by: tim maides at August 5, 2006 6:02 PMI haven't seen you in forever Liz.
Posted by: rob at August 7, 2006 3:34 AM