Remorse is a Clean Mouth

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Nichrysalis

Published: Apr 17, 2012

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I scorch my lungs,
Bleach and cauterize
My tongue

With a broomstick toothbrush.
I operate as a surgeon with my eyes
On the sun.

Don't extinguish the sunset; thumb
Through tinder toothpicks; ignite sterile swigs of fluoride;
I scorch my lungs
On the sun.

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NaPoWriMo - Day 17 - Poem 6

I'm really behind.

Thanks to all who have wished me a happy birthday! This poem is for

latest workshop where you create and try other fixed forms others have created! My form is the Petite Villanelle, a 10 line poem that goes as follows:

A1 (1st refrain)
b
a

a
b
A2 (2nd Refrain)

a
b
A1
A2

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