Showing posts with label dentist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dentist. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

December 29, 2009



Semi-annual Harmonies


Facing the ceiling
the drill plays to the tune of
Toto's "Africa."


Floss Rock

Gums slowly bleeding,
she flosses me to the beat
of "Dust in the Wind."


"Adult Contemporary"

"That will sound better,"
he thought, "with somebody's hands
inside of your mouth."

Sunday, December 6, 2009

December 6, 2009


Either

You're always lying,
plastic bib clipped 'round your neck
your mouth open wide.


Or

You're always standing,
with overly-tan fingers
inside someone's mouth.


But

Can't you be sitting,
ready to suck the drool out
and to hand him tools?
 

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