Ting ping ping
Are the sounds your teeth make on concrete
Skidding on concrete!
It’s the sound that accompanies your last grimace
The dance is the way your body curves
One two step, join in!
You knock and spread out on the asphalt
Count the beats, pop, bam!

One! Two! Your face is a cracked pot
You smile through pink gums
And the ground around is littered with little teeth
They pitter and pop like dancing feet
Some small sections of jaw
Look like they could reattach and start a song
Then your tongue unfolds like a scroll
And a coin drops to the concrete, it rolls
Jackpot, you win!
That long and pointed tongue
Flips and trembles outside of the mouth, it sings

Then you wheeze and whack!
The hinges of your face unlock
Dust escapes like steam from a machine
And then the spring winds up
And you burst into something new!
The rest of your gleaming flesh unfolds
Now the song slows down
The melody untunes
The step moves slower, much slower now
The shedding of the liquid beneath the skin
Spreads out on the concrete, it covers
That coin and those white teeth
Hush glug glug, this slow chug
Drowns out sound then exhales, ahh
The skin is empty now
The last note holds like a slow stream pooling
The dance is done, so hold that pose