/ by Caleb Blansett

 

cut teeth from chewing

parable

not at all like a pebble
but tastes like a stone
in my stomache there are
premonitions racing towards

well a hamster wheel of sorts

as my mind turns and my
tongue attempts to lick wounds
mouth, bloodless and dripping
there are no victims & nonono

heroes with clipped wings, solar

flares and candles burnt at both

ends

rolling in such an ecstasy
the sphinx asked me for a sip
of my best liqueur

and I smiled

for the space

between here and there is
swimming in itself & wet all
over condensation of a moment

before

rolling over & scratching its bum
just a bad dream hot and sticky
having nothing to do with

wounds

or flammable material at all