Crocodiles teeth
Stick out from under my toes
which leave deep claw
marks on the kitchen floor
as I walk sleepily for
a class of water
.
To water my throat
moisten my innards
quench my thirst of
Thick dreams of mountain paths
And dog tracks
That lead back
to my sweat damp brow
.
The water flows freely from
the tap as an industrial stream
into a brown stoneware cup
.
The hair that grows more with each year
on the back of my hands
Looks like moss in the half light
That is a city night
casts shadowy
in my cave
.
I hobble back to my hibernation
wondering what is left
to dream
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Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 9/12/2007 10:49:00 PM
