Color Of The Tooth Less Mouth Poem by James McLain

In my dreams, these teeth
haunt me, is followed around, scaring me, dripping pit,
toothless, i fall down in them.

Yellow, white, brown, black, colors, hues of death, these
teeth cause me trauma.

I cry, wont they leave me alone.
Why must you haunt my last show in this tedious grin of death that wont go away.

They are stained with the flashy death of us all..Ten dollars..us..
pleased to call you a friend..
The tooth fairy missed the mark..Make them go away from us all..
That breath, but breath left our conjunctions..in the falls of last winter in all.