Toothpaste

Dedicated to Catherine Reynolds

Toothpaste
by denny

Late afternoon
I sit - reading
The last dying rays
Streaming down the page
Of the book
Open on my lap

Poetry is like Toothpaste
I like mine simple
No exotic flavors or
Tartar control
Just white teeth.

I want to tear
The pages out
Put them in my mouth
Chew on them
My eye teeth
Examining each word
Molars grinding
Them into fine powder
For wisdom teeth
To examine
Before I swallow
Digest the thoughts

Satisfied
I flash a dazzling smile
Sharpen my tongue
Before taking
Another bite.