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Nitrous Oxide

the dentist   syringe in hand   bags under eyes
out the window ole Charley weaves across the street
turns my head   apologizes for the pinch of the needle
cars hit their brakes   drivers their horns
ain't nothing I tell him   yesterday while
Charley takes two steps   makes the sign of the cross
the oncologist sliced open a green lesion on my hip
takes three steps and salutes the white lines
my phone kept ringing and it was under my ass
as he crosses a yellow pair   a pickup truck swerves by him
had a choice of missing the call or bleeding my briefs
dumps a deer carcass   Charley administers last rites
waiting for the Novocain to kick in   I play drums
I hear quick steps   the dentist rips the apron from my chest
on the instrument tray with toothbrush and pick
there's a bomb threat he says   won't hurt my mouth says I


Published in Soul-Lit
All rights reserved including copyright - Richard H. Fox 2012, 2013


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