saoutchik

Man made
Global warming
88
Surely a warning

zerothehero

being here now ain't
so wonderful if now sucks
but now don't suck now

zerothehero

for now

Elseware

My teeth gleam so white
I realize I like them
A reason to smile

Elseware

It's a strange omen
I have a ####### toothache!
Off to the dentist

Tooshabby

Last time I went there
I thought, they really do work
Hard for their money

That said, I wouldn't
Mind half of what they are paid
But that's life, I guess

zerothehero

if i had to stare
into people's mouths all day
i would off myself

Elseware

Like, I need my grill
How else to flash my twinkle?
They get the big bucks

For looking in there
Probing, pushing and drilling
Listening to my moans

zerothehero

i need new glasses
and maybe whiten my teeth
perhaps i'll get boobs

zerothehero

i found a date on
my foot and realized i'm way
past expiration

Elseware

It's All Hallows eve
The wind is up and rising
A sip of woodsmoke

Elseware

That date thing. Expired?
I do not think so, Zero
More like burnished wood

Polished and gleaming
Secure there in your purpose
Whimsical and smart

zerothehero

that be some hairy
ass wood yo like i ain't seen
in all my born days

Carpathia

I woke last morning
talking about peace and then
I went back to sleep

I woke the next day
crying about hell and then
I wrote this poem

Today we saw a
garter snake on the path and
it didn't move much

Then it flicked its tongue
and my heart filled with joy 'cause
it was still alive

Carpathia

where is our savior
the one promised us at dawn
slipping into dusk

like a serpent glides
under leaves then back in sight
we watch, expectant

Elseware

No it isn't tears
That incline my eyes to blur
It's the shade of age

It's either that or
My glasses are so dirty
It's quite laughable

Elseware

I keep forgetting
Really. I keep forgetting
I'm not quite all there

I forget sometimes
Really I do. It's so weird
But inside I know

Elseware

The sun sinks lower
There's frost on the horse apples
Crush them and they steam

zerothehero

steaming baked apples
remind me of my poor ma
may she rest in peace

zerothehero

where be the poets
if day not up in here
day muss be somewheres