10 am comes
I munch the last piece of bread
The bathroom urge calls me
To perform the morning brush task
As image in the mirror tremors
In anticipation of that crocodile smile

The date and time approaches
For me to appear before the dentist
The office looms large as I approach
Illegibly I print my name at receptionist’s desk
As if to negate the inevitable

My word the time has come
Eyelashes flutter nervously
I saunter down the office aisle
To the chair I dread
Awaiting the nitrous oxide drugged catnap
Fear and conciousness fade

Aroused from the stupor
It seems the visit was as planned
Wobbling gladly to the door
Until the 6 months comes again

01/18/2005

Author's Note: Challenge poem (I am a dentists son, what can I say)

Posted on 01/18/2005
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