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Dental Reverie
Poem about dental patient who gives up smoking |
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Author: David Bower Contact via IntraMail Year Completed: 1999 Words: 91 Pages: 1 Photos/Drawings/Images: 0 Language(s): English Keywords: dental, novocaine, sweet tooth, smoking Categories: Stage of Completion: Completely written, not professionally edited Status: Never published/produced Representation: No agent listed for this work. Prior Published Works: 0 Other Contributors: |
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SYNOPSIS: Tiny pricks of Novocain
Anesthetize my aching jaw.
Strap my nose with Nitrous O
And I will open wide once more.
Grind my white embedded roots
As tooth dust flies ...
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Tiny pricks of Novocain
Anesthetize my aching jaw.
Strap my nose with Nitrous O
And I will open wide once more.
Grind my white embedded roots
As tooth dust flies through yellow air.
Suck my spit and bleeding gums
While I reflect in your long chair.
Chunks of chocolate, M&M's
Obliterate my teeth and will.
Reese's, Twix and Tootsie Pops
Invade my smoke-free body. Still,
Fit the porcelain false beside
My bicuspid, encrested gold.
When we're done, will I indulge
My sweet tooth or a butt, hand-rolled?