spit (Poem 20160427)

god squeezed the universe out of a tiny tube, like toothpaste prepared
for a giant’s bedtime. white and gritty and smelling strongly of mint,
the universe spread out, frothing and foaming making and breaking down
the plaque that wasn’t until the toothpaste made it so. now we’re all
just waiting for the inevitable sound of the cosmic faucet
and the great rinse

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National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Long Lines

8 thoughts on “spit (Poem 20160427)

  1. Bitter and nihilistic – nice! For me, I’m hoping to be transported by the Great Floss. Again, the tags made me laugh out loud.

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