the grinding of teeth

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i saw him down on himself,
grinding his teeth,
and grinding his mind about his past,
a grind of lemon would have been welcome at that time..

his troubles arose from greed,
some false concocted need,
letters imagined and falsified deeds,
his nerves shook from exposure, his heart now bleeds..

his teeth are still grinding, still vibrating
and shaking his mind to think he was found
with his hand in the cookie jar without a reason -

he is my brother-
but he's committed treason,
and he must leave my father in peace
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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