I cracked a flint…

I cracked a flint and a tooth rolled out,
          a human tooth. It seemed to fit
a gap in my upper jaw. I felt the sweat
          inside my clinging shirt.

I lie with the window open
          listening to the night
smells of tar, of mould, of rain
          hissing on the sodium light.

How you worry! But always over
          things that turn out OK.
My problem is projecting
          my self in my own way.

Your split self both forges ahead
          and falls behind the game
as my tongue on its first waking
          only calls your name.

I step up
          on a path cut dry through the dew
and all things that sing aloud
          only sing of you.