i toss brick feet up and
tuck my tongue
for a few blinks and
breaths a day,
overbite so pronounced
the jaw won’t sit
quite right,
restless maybe need
to shake it or
twist up
so blood won’t
curdle
or rust to the ins
of heart’s
veins,
it’s mortal failing
to give up-
or give in to
a fleeting
pain.
Grumpy Gorman
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Great poem, as usual. I like your style
Thank you very much. I like some of my style.. some not so much. Like people i guess 😉 Hope you’re doing well!