the age of responsibility

the dentist reshapes 

the bridge of your nose

his breath of garlic

it seeps from your pores 

while you sleep

but when you

have a real problem

you call the plumber 

to fish out your stomach lining 

from the sink drain

using an eggbeater

that he operates 

by pumping air 

into a rubber bulb

that’s spent too much time

seeing the inside of organs

like the piñata that you raised 

high up to the oak beams

with your climbing ropes and 

split open with a pick axe

out poured whole chickens

and blood sausages, hams 

and the lies 

you told to your children

Reviews

[roarke]

Aside from lies to children, it sure beats going to the emergency room.

These poems are such an infused world, like opaque and translucent fragments of stained glass made of test tubes from a mad scientist laboratory.

hidden wall panels, slaughter house scraps and old cement playgrounds....
There is no more original slant of perspective than your's SF.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a trail through the cavities and swamps of the body and the mind~ you do gutt wrenching innnerscapes with a poetic surgeons fine scalpel~

[Kenneth The Poet]

There is a stirring strangeness here, the kind that makes one wonder what you are getting at beneath the gut-wrenching, panic-inducing exterior. Your work is visceral and captivating at the same time.

[Muse]

ha ha ha...I'm glad I read you on my first day back. You should see me laughing!

[kmartell]

still reading here, very good...it's great like a subsription to some strange magazine, i wait for the newest rendering to come off the stand

[Robin]

I once slipped down a flight of stairs ... in a church ... at a wedding

[Moflo]

I liked this piece a lot, really captivating. I liked the formatting of this piece the most, the longer verse is perfectly fit between the others. Great use of imagery, as usual.

[EMF]

DO we go to the same dentist? Short guy. Likes to whistle the Theme fro The Bridge Over The River Kwai while he works, and the Magnificent Seven while extracting a tooth. Yeah. Him.
One of us travels a long way to get their teeth done.
Poems great though. Sharp, bright and like a raspfile across a nerve. I like it.

[Lily Mae]

When the truth is cut into it pours ... I love it and the last two lines even more.. Raw and intense honesty is refreshing :) x

Wohaaa.... blurb....love your vivid ironic writing as always LOL as life is a gambling lie... we live~ love the garlic part. I'm stinky :D