Death becomes you
Death becomes you, my dear.
Let me hold your hand so our selfie is clear.
Get my bare bones, they show me the best.
All that flesh and muscle — begone all the rest.
I’ll wear my cap. You wear your smile.
Don’t worry about missing teeth. It’s been a while.
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Filed under 2021, Halloween, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
Filed under 2019, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Ear of golden corn; /
kernels snap free in my mouth. /
July between my teeth.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Filling in the gaps.
Gloriously tasty teeth
Oh, those teeth, those gloriously tasty teeth
I chew and swallow because my tummy’s hollow
and I feel a sense of release.
Oh, those gloriously tasty teeth.
My Mom says they’re only Smarties
a candy sweet and yummy hardy.
But my front teeth are swallowed and gone
going where my food and Smarties belong.
They taste sweet from my head to my feet.
Oh, the taste of my teeth can’t be beat.
Oh, those teeth, those gloriously tasty teeth
I chew and swallow because my tummy’s hollow
and I feel a sense of release.
Oh, those gloriously tasty teeth.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
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