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Tooth by Rotten Tooth

Feb 4, 2019 | Aging, Dream, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Sestet | 0 comments

Legs stirring before the alarm’s tormenting beep,
I wake from strange dreams in the autumn of my youth,
and choke on broken promises I meant to keep–
a sludge that settles to the bottom with the truth
where bottled thoughts belch the foam of cold fermented sleep
and fingers pluck my worries tooth by rotten tooth.

 

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