Losing teeth
There was something wrong with the way I looked.
The man in pretty colours had to say as his head shook.
Before he pranced like a ballet dancer
and pulled every tooth from my mouth,
He asked me what kind of music I preferrred.
Insomniac mind
I crashed the truck on sleep´s highway.
Got to work late.
The dog nose and cat eyes reluctant.
Outside the haunted children´s school.
The dog and cat would escape like my soul
and roam the night through.
The physical me would sit with the neglected spirits
and manipulate time.
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