3.13.08-1

Buzzing.
old clock on the mantel grinds it's electric gears like worn teeth in a tired jaw.

Some people have nightmares about snakes
or darkness
or being lost.
I nightmare about my teeth falling from my head.
trembling tongue finds loose, crumbling chunks
empty sockets
bleeding gums.
--worse when I had braces:
dreamt them rusty
cagelike
frozen shut.
my thoughts behind my tongue behind those barbs beneath my lips.

smooth oiled cogs oiled roiling
san(s) supple springs to loose or tighten
endless spinning static racing round a void.
Buzzing.