"chompers" poems
Stagecoach trundled, rutting, wheels
Soily grasp, grabbing at the earthy recipe
Cart....horsing around the outdoorsiness
Ferris wheel spun, gathering passengers
To overlook the show ground, smattered
Four legged races, saddled with encumbents
Bobbing in display formation. Far above
I caught sight of circular ribbons emblazoned
Lapels holding onto prize winners, suffering
The pin ***** jabbing at willing winners
Left foot first, hopscotch to the flap of tarpaulin
Billowing their precious overgrown greatness
Of perfect vegetalia, proud, excessive....of the
Dinner plate variety. Don't touch their polished
Surface, they deliberately await photographic
Validation; future growers, challenging champion
Chompers, terrorising super-veggie heros
I wonder what becomes of former ground growers
Do they take a back stage bow? Uprooted with
Those of a lesser kind, jostling for saucepan space
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
when i get ****** up
it starts in my teeth
i can always tell
by the way my chompers feel
candy flipping,
rolling,
tripping ***** ,
smoking blunts
my teeth get this feeling
like they're not quite right
it's hard to explain
just how they feel
but i know that something
is quite unreal
they feel sort of fuzzy,
strange to the touch
i rub my tongue on them
and i can't feel much
then the rest of me starts
to fall into place
wave after wave
crashes over me
i begin to feel it physically
the next thing i know
my mind is wandering far
to lands that i haven't seen in awhile
i know that many
will look at me harshly
for this confession
but i'll be honest,
i love to be ****** up
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
That smile
That stupid smile
That **** eating grin of yours
Beautiful pearly rounded chompers
Okay, so maybe they are a little yellow
Who’s aren’t?
When one has smoked filterless filters for the last 10 years
What does one expect?
It’s exquisite really.
It brings me to the ground
Mostly from the weak knees that it incites
Nostalgia doesn’t even begin to describe
I’ve seen it in my dreams
It’s been with me for the last decade
It’s something that I will never be able to forget
The largest mouth I ever done seent
3 ounces of liquids in one easy swallow
I could put my foot in there
And there would still be room
Belches and burps
Curses and yells
Loud laughs
Sweet whimpers
All the things that are expelled
Every time a smile appears
A smug smirk
A gushing grin
I smile back
Despite my anger
Or fears
It doesn’t seem to matter how upset you make me
I smile back
The history we share is complex
Predating all the things
All the peoples
All the events
All the places
Spanning such far distances
In space, place, and time
And here we are.
How long have I known that bittersweet smile?
A better question is how long I will continue to be graced with it.
Even if that is shorter than I hope
I’ll still remember.
It’s something I can never forget.
CHEESE!
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
I travel many miles across the
hot African savanna. I walk
silently through the tall grass
like a mouse. the wind blew
through my mane catching a
scent of prey. I keep low
low looking through the grass
seeing black and white stripes
My family has been searching
for food for the past two
days, but nothing was to
be found. my cubs have to
eat so they can be big
and strong like me
I licked my chompers already
tasting the raw meat. I lowered
my back legs and jumped out
of the grass scaring the zebras.
thousands scattered and I didn't know
which one to pick
dust flew in the air
like a bad windy day.
finally I saw the dinner
tonight. a full grown male zebra
running alone. I sped up
pouncing and bit the back of
the male.
The male zebra yelped continuously to
let his herd know he was in trouble.
All the herd cared about was themselves
to get away from me. He fell onto his side
trying to get back up but my weight
was to much. My fangs penetrated the zebras neck
getting a taste of flesh.
I did as much as i could to get the food back one piece
defending the food from those wild dogs. Getting back to
the large tree where my family was they ran up to me like
they haven't seen me in a mouth.
i put the meat in the shade stepping back as my cubs pierced the
skin playing tug of war with it. my wife came up to me and set her
head on my broad shoulder and purred saying thank you.
I licked the blood off my lips and I roared as loud as i could.
This is my home, this is my family. no one messes with the king.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC