Broken Teeth

Broken teeth 
eat crusty bread
over a table made of wine

Broken arms 
hold crying babies
over a blanket made of tears

Broken hearts
keep salty secrets
over a river made of blood

Broken minds
make dirty music 
under a sky made of oranges
 

Batman

VT

17 years old

More by Batman

  • By Batman

    My grandmother sings

    My Grandmother sings with an irish accent 
    her voice warbles, wrinkly and warm
    sweet as a bird's song,
    and a hearth in the heart of autumn
    My grandmother signs in the room next to me
  • Sonnet of Feathers

    Can I describe this thing that beats like wings

    That steps with every fall of my feet

    That sits in my rib cage and sings

    What is this thing that flutters when I sleep?

    Can I describe this thing played out in keys 
  • Piano and Candy

    Hands held in tight conversation
    tongue bitten in sweet concentration
    Sticky piano fingers
    stretched out like rainforest frogs
    and my rainbow toes
    pressed up against the body of the thing

    Just to feel your heart beats