Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I Open My Mouth

Sometimes I open my mouth
out comes my mother
or my grandmother.

Sometimes I open my mouth
spilling out trout and
clear mountain rivers.

Sometimes I open my mouth
and inhale the world
beautiful or ugly
without discrimination.

Sometimes I open my mouth
nervelessly novacained
dribbling and drooling.

Sometimes I open my mouth
hot lava spewing
carelessly scorching.

Sometimes I open my mouth
and suck on the nostalgia
of mountain huckleberries.

Sometimes I open my mouth
black moths of no hope,
of lies, flutter out.

Sometimes I open my mouth
arctic blasts escape the hinges
till all is glittering diamond distant.

Sometimes I open my mouth
words billowing over teeth
breath creating as released.

Sometimes I open my mouth
and share one taste, one breath,
one now with another.


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