The Smile

Three thousand fully clothed teeth
nod their heads in a dimly lit mouth.
Bar staff gather in gums, shoes stick
to a beer-soaked tongue. Purple shines
over a man who will set himself on fire,
sweat collects on his back like a crowd
melting to the joy of tasting vibrations.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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