pennies (20161116)

i stare at the screen
my eyes closing
sleepy but tired
is not the state
i have achieved

my teeth ache, feel hollow
every footstep
every ringing phone
sends vibrations
along the floor
up through my feet
right into those last
nerves still active
in my caveman jaw

if one more person says
not bad for a monday
i might just
need to see the dentist
with my mouth full of shards
and the taste of pennies

Poem 20151203

something catches in my throat
something pulling the muscles
to contract

something hinders my fingers
as they type
something whispering
some thing

and closing my eyes makes them burn
makes river burn down my cheek
makes my breath shudder

and i

something is wrong
some thing is wrong
and it clatters and hisses
and i catch my breath and give it
the finger
and type