Bad Mouth Habits - Rhiannon Thorne

Bad Mouth Habits

i.

I carry God around in my lip like he's chew,
spitting his name out in poems like potholes,
I make everything a simile
for the hold he has on me.

ii.
When it comes to men,
I've the appetite of a Roman housewife,
I take, I taste, I tear,
swallow and then then toss up
for the next course.

iii.
I don't kiss anyone so dearly
as the glass pipe bridged between lips
and fist.

iv.
Jameson, you're an Irish Lad,
a young ram of bucking proportions,
I let you rattle around my mouth
til I herd you in
and down.

v.
Sometimes there's nothing so sweet
as the jack-hammer of angry words
or the steel trap clamp of silence.

I exercise my oral rights in
blaring pendulums.

Bio: Rhiannon Thorne grew up in the Bay Area of California and currently lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Her work has recently had work accepted to Gr@wl!x, Surreal Grotesque, The Legendary, Ditch, The Junk Lot Review, Vox Poetica, Zygote in my Coffee, e-Fiction, ppigpenn, and Fried Chicken and Coffee. Rhiannon also co-edits the literary publication cahoodaloodaling with fellow poet-in-arms Kate Hammerich. She can be reached at rhiannon_thorne@live.com.