Confidence Is The Key. To A Worthwhile Jelly-Roll! - Poem by A.j. Binash
If I had a bruise
On a tooth.
Would attribute pride
To my smile.
A Jack O’ Lantern’s
Caused by the corporate
Of a gap
In ego stretch.
Contour lines-pulsate inside window, shop, glass.
I sell my stare to an important nothing.
I am eye to eye. With less important strangers.
They tell me:
“This nothing is black
Like an oil derrick’s jism.”
It has become
I am no more a bruise on a tooth
Then I am the puss from a proud bed sore.
Where have clean teeth been smiling?
I see no glint
Of prism flesh.
White mucus drip.
Off the head
That mistook a hemorrhaging wound
For a blooming rose.
Obesity was a sign of wealth.
People of the states
Own the fat of the land.
Catch the change
If one can.
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