Two nights ago I was in some room that resembled the house where I took piano lessons as a kid. These doctors told me they had to operate on my teeth, just like last time. I remembered “last time” and remembered it going pretty well so I agree. They lay me down on just a normal bed with a lot of pillows. They gave me a lolly-pop covered in the anesthetic. I ate it and became woozy, not completely out of it. I then started to panic. The doctors assumed I was out and took out the huge drill. I started crying and moaning. They hid the drill immediately. I cried harder. The anesthetic didn’t work and may never work. I dipped my finger in the anesthetic goo and sucked. That worked. I rolled over once, lay my face into a pillow, and was gone.
I could still hear the doctors and the room though but felt nothing. I started to dream up a different scenario. I was on a plane and must have been a big shot director because I was in first class and was talking to celebrities. I asked an actress to be in my movie once we landed and she agreed. I then found myself on a movie set, trying to call out orders. However my mouth kept expanding and I felt the hands in my mouth and things poking my teeth. It didn’t hurt but that didn’t make me feel any better.
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(Excerpt from a longer piece)
I'm sick of waiting.
I meditate on
This
before it falls away
and my hands run silent
it will soon
No need to look up, I FEEL
it in my stomach
All I have been taught
I know it must peak and resolve
Here comes the waiting
I'm sick of waiting
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(Excerpt from a song)
Do you remember late at night
Rod Sterling's solemn face
We'd fall asleep on the couch
Dream of Pepsodent and Frosted Flakes
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Yes, I am ready.
I'll have a cup of coffee.
Eggs, scrambled. Thank you.
I'm watching the game
We were leading at the half.
Now they're on our ten.
Please turn a light on.
Can you read me a story?
No, I'm not sleepy.
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