Soapbox Poet

missing teeth and cold feet

missing teeth and cold feet

are among what keeps me awake.

on the cold nights where a cool breeze

invigorates the imagination you can find me,

cold sweats and on fire,

counting teeth

counting sheep

falling asleep

falling to my knees

sinking into the deep.

I just ask for anything but dreaming of

my missing teeth and your cold feet.