August 27, 2009

• 1980

  a forced smile hides the truth of lovers in lust jerking out a pulled tooth

  that’s wrapped up in cottony guaze all along socket’s edge where the guilt is the hilt of all that is youth in a wedge

  or bind or hard place to be, except for you and him and always me.  we are to be exactly as a forced smile suggests we act in faith not laugh in jest, so smile an put my tools to test the golden crown that reached his crest to whiten away the better than best.  his smile or was it hers, doesn’t matter, it’s not yurs, hides more than i’ve said; but to be able to be read by more than my head i must file the order and wipe up the red blood on my clasped bib, no, no, no body knows the golden filling it shows, on top of the right, near the molar exposed.  now back to that smile and hiding of things known only to him but belonging in rings thrown from within the force of the gas blaring burning begin!

   

  it used to hurt but not anymore, since he forgot how to smile and learned how to bore] [even deeper than most could ever explore.  'till a cuspid was cankered on the bit hit before] [he learned the most fascinating turns to gently deplore, all that his smile could never uncover before.  

   

  time tricks us to think that smiles mean a lot more] [than you have ever never thought, perhaps not, but could be more] [wrought with pain never sought by the eye ever fraught with vision into his ominous aught to abhor. 

   

  so there you have it but yet you don’t even know what the hell i mean when i won’t share what i feel and know to

  be real: the reasons for smiling come forward to heal, with pride, fascination, jealousy & pills.  love is for real when i know how to feel the reasons to smile on his irreprehensible reels.

   

  -dick

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