Teeth

[Jerrybaldy]

A tooth falls loose in my mouth,
then another,
then the rest.
Cheeks now ballooned
with lost teeth.
Like a kid with enamel sweets.
Upstairs daddy is a magician,
cutting mummy in half,
rusty saw from the shed,
ripping through
mummy's tummy.
Bedroom next door,
Jane from two doors down,
on top of the bed,
legs splayed
as an offering.
I know I will lose
a warm finger
if I choose to delve inside.
Bathroom mirror,
the comb prints lines
on my scalp.
Off on my bike
with emptied mouth
leaving daddy,
with blood on his hands.
My mother torn in two.
Jane with her pussy
still snapping.
My comb still
a float in the bowl.
The teeth of the cog
grip my chain
in third gear,
then carry my bike
far away.

[Delta40]

I feel like I sped through the rooms of people's lives before hopping on my bike and carrying on...

very odd poem but as ever, full of interesting images Jerry.

[Haunted]

one happy family heh? Very shocking and very edgy, but ending with the bicycle as an image of innocence is perhaps the most shocking of all.

[hillwalker]

I was reminded of dreams - one common dream is where you suddenly find all your teeth have come loose inside your mouth (apparently it's a symbol of insecurity). Then we have an Oedipal dream where the son is jealous of the father's relationship with his mother (although having him saw her in two is perhaps taking the fantasy a bit far - but interesting all the same). And finally the girl-next-door as sex-object.

Perhaps the comb/scalp dream is something bald men are prone to - not something I've experienced.

And the return to teeth on the bicycle's cog is a neat conclusion with the dreamer cycling away to who knows where next?

Please forgive my Freudian moment - but I enjoyed this poem so much anyway even if my analysis is miles off target.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Delta and haunted.
Damn you are good Hill, dreams it was. The teeth theme was there all the way through, though - on the rusty saw, on the comb and Jane had them you-know-where ;)
cheers
JerryB

[Haunted]

Damn you are good Hill, dreams it was. The teeth theme was there all the way through, though - on the rusty saw, on the comb and Jane had them you-know-where ;)


He is, Hill is so spot on with my stuff too it's scary. His psychoanalytical read of this poem is by far the most cutting, it sheds light on how much more dysfunctional (yet organized) your mind is, but then I already knew it. And you can say the same about my f/u head as well ;)

[Jerrybaldy]

Speak for yourself haunted ;) Have to go, Daffy just turned up and apparently matron says its meds time.