My mouth is an open cave,
Bare and dry and haunted with echoes.
My tongue, the beast, protecting its dominion
Resting in between walls of pink rubber.
My mouth is an open cave,
Troglophilic words that dwell and breathe,
In between stalagmite teeth,
The limestone and marble pillars.
My mouth is an open cave
And you just cannot find it
Map in hand, determination on your brow,
You know not what lurks inside.
My mouth is an open cave
And the water continues to rise;
Soon it will all collapse
And your search for sturdy words will end.

01/27/2009

Posted on 01/27/2009
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