The Smell of Burning Teeth

Maybe there’s a reason I invert the Y-axis

The same reason I have to smell a glass before drinking from it

I am obsessed with life//and compelled to explode

and explode I shall only after I’m filled to the brim 

with all the songs, poems, films, and books

I can cram through the holes in my head

My mouth is a faucet where the flow of insanity and profanity is endless

Maybe there’s a reason it’s all so ding-dang exciting.