supine in support
buzz of fly in o’erhead light
with my mouth agape
My signal
is made with my mouth
where I eat
and where I kiss.
I say yes around my lips,
biologically I may
suck in or
disembogue here.
My smile is
the main
face of my yes,
eight teeth
I keep fresh and
well shaped.
My smile is
more important than
my soul.
I went to see my dentist today
She works out of her house
It’s a one-chair operation
With hardwood floors
An old dog lies on a rug
Next to the chair
He’s seen it all
Root canals, molar extractions…
He seems so calm
I wonder if she ever works on his teeth
The old gummer
Sit’s and grins
He knows it’s better you than him
Sitting in that chair
I bet sometimes at night
He gets up in the chair
When all is quiet
And practices his grimace
Locking his paws into seat
Rinse and spit
And then grins again
What a life
A dog with a dentist
For a friend
I am not so sure I envy him
The dentist and Reflections
Up there in the continuous darkness of the universe
I saw a streak of light... a dying comets last hurrah.
Bedroom very dark couldn’t sleep too much death
for one night. Got up and read an article that plants
speak to each other. “Warning a heavy footed man
is coming your way.” “Duck a lawn mower is at large.”
Amputated roses and tulips chafes in a vase kept
alive for a few days... admire beauty in death agony.
Carrots screaming in distress when pulled from soil...
good for your health, dieticians says.
Everything we like, what we eat are, hurting plants
and animals. Which, reminds me I’ve an appointment
with my dentist tomorrow, gardener of my glum teeth,
he will speak softly as he pulls up out another tooth.
Unschooled in art, uncouth, that's what
you'll say of me;
I've tried and tried so hard, but I
still have to see
da Vinci's Mona Lisa mythic,
mystic smile
bewitching folks allegedly even
from a mile.
It seems to me she parts her lips
quite daintily
to let a drunken hiccup out
quite gracefully
or stop a vulgar burp,
hyperacidity,
or hide those nicotine-blackened teeth
artfully.
But truth to tell, nothing in her mouth's
symmetry
remotely resembles a smile with
mystery;
perhaps, she's toothless, some dental
deformity,
believe you me, I took up
ortho-dentistry!
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