Playground Bully

A tongue contorts

as though practicing

with cherry stems

to administer the kiss of death,

sneaking in the chatter of

phosphorous teeth 

stepping into big shoes

cranny room for sweaty socks

and little rocks.

craters crust underneath the ridges

of a lubricated nose,

Salty saliva and bleeding gums

secrete the claims of a dictator

who never realizes

he needs a heavy ally

to lift him to the highest point of the seesaw,

in order to see his kingdom.