An oral poem
We cut our teeth on each other’s lips
your love gripped
and rotted away
as tooth decay
in the corner of my mouth
reclining back in the dentists chair
here, in this place
I’m acutely aware
of the colour of my ceiling
the buzzing of the tools
drilling deep into the depths of my being
the dentist, all seeing
I, neck back, puffed up like a toad
pathetically gagging on my own saliva
just to fill this feeling with this filling.
© Darius the Mate
Written for dVerse: Poetics.
The challenge today, I which I particularly enjoyed, was to compose a poem without putting pen to paper – in this way, we explore the Oral Poem – now written, attached is an audio recording of the work in spoken word.
I decided to play on, and continue, the ‘oral’ theme in my poem, taking inspiration from the inspiration.
A thank you to Ingrid at Experiments in Fiction, for hosting today’s prompt.
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