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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Cipher of the Tooth Fairy



New poem for the new year, and a few photos to boot!
The poem I have for you is called "The Cipher of the Tooth Fairy". It began as a play on the idea of the Tooth Fairy having a code of conduct that must be abided by rigorously. It's rather cryptic and is meant to invite the reader to ponder. I very much enjoy the idea of questioning things we don't often question, and the very idea of the Tooth Fairy possessing a strict code of ethics is itself worthy of pondering, but many lines in the poem are meant to evoke the same activity. It's a rather old poem, written around the winter of 2008, and is reflective of my older style of writing. I consider it my pure form, one where the general gist of the poem is somewhat ambiguous, but the intended goal is rather a feeling, a sense of experience, a disposition. Here, it is cryptic, pompous, and uncomfortable, an extension of childhood folklore into a realm of matured fascination. I hope you enjoy it and continue to stop in periodically throughout the year.
I raise a toast to the death of 2011 and the birth of 2012. God bless!




Cipher Of The Tooth Fairy

Slide across the banister and lap upon your wrist
I’m searching for an elbow that I could tryst
I’m conniving for a knob which I can twist
What would you think if your God had a lisp?
Slither past the fire and curl beside the cask
Chewing up shell casings to acquire some brass
Chewing on my fingers to avoid the common task
What would you do to make love last?
Cold upon the mattress, clutching a dying rose
I whisper in your ears but you know only culls
I envy the anvil eaters and the bulbs
What would you say if I tore up all the folds?
Fall upon the creases and kiss my murderer’s shoes
Ejaculating slurs that flow like oil off a roof
Ejaculating jokes to smile on the abuse
What would you suppose is the worth of your precious little tooth?    


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