#2,388 Crowning

mike bell poems poetry

Idle chatter with my Tesla-driving
dentist – his Rolex glints a wink – I
tarry in his waiting room – I count
up bulbs – even their fish are spot-
lit – My jaw aches – simper of radio
voices doesn’t soothe – then greet
& guide into his torture room – we
exchange chit-chat before assault
is undertaken by drilling & sucks –
I examine his spotlight’s cracks in
places where it was over-screwed
[a distraction I have self-taught] –
I’ve been here before [& endured]