Gold Tooth

In ivy corner ghost walled garden
The gold in his mouth flashes
Sunlight filtered down through green
Drumbeat beast-heart ashes

Take his crystal charms for ransom
Check your pulse rate feathered falter
Kiss his jaw and stroke his cancer
Set fickle flesh on fiery altar

Caged complex walled in steel
Convex switches silver bullet sails
Courts his smile his dragon breath
Scratches dust on rust-bit nails

Left behind his ghost walled gardens
By roots of routes hard to define
His touch too touched to find a way home
His ideas curdle your thoughts unwind

Now dragon breath into your ear
A perfumed paradox denotes
Touches corners countersigns
Prescribes the perfect antidote

May 2010

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