All Over the Place

-The dentist drilled for decay as I said.
Down deep in my head!

-You usually speak in deathless prose.
But, exquisite poetry?

-A mere bagatelle.

-But, there’s a fly in your universal Jello.

-Howso?

-Wouldn’t GET decay if you brushed and flossed
assiduously.

-I’m as big an assiduous as the next guy!

-And you take days off from the process to inhale hangover fumes.

-Not many!

-Okay, so you’re a top-flight brusher and flosser, really!
The Lady Dentists will feature you at their convention.
In a brilliant glass case. Revolving.

-Me or the case?

-Both, in opposite directions.

-Christ! Vertigo!

-That’s for another kind of convention. Or film.

-And when they turn the lights out, do I hafta stay
in the case?

-Nein! They have their will of you then!

-Jesus! Can one get Viagra over the counter?

-Never you! The community must be protected.

-Be quiet while I’m practicing revolving.

-Fine! I’m making out the card for your display.

-Master Flosser?

-Asshole.

-All great men get hurt. But...should I wave? Thusly?

-Like the Pope saying “Get those fuckin peasants
off the grass!”

-No! More modesty-honesty. See? I can fake that best.

-People will little remember what we say here.

-That’s because they got sense.

Labels: brush, comedian, comedy, convention, dentist, floss, poetry, Pope, prose, Viagra

What the Sound Man Did

The dentist not taking, Denise hooked
back up with Herve when he returned.

"Do you promise excitement?" she laughed.

"You never know."

The second night he's wrestled to the kitchen
floor by Detectives Eccles and Raffratry.

Mistake. They sought his twin. Soon enough, they
all killed a 1.75 of Wild Turkey, Law Enforcement
telling of their more bizarre cases, and Herve of
doing the sound for incorrigible boy bands, and,
on this last trip, El Shrieko, Peruvian tenor embedded
with ragged Andean dancers.

Denise spoke of the dentist.

“A dentist who couldn't drill,” cracked Raff.

Eccles quickly asked what a sound man does exactly.

“Massages the vocal and instrumental talent, often
when there’s little or none.”

The detectives ultimately calling for a cab since
they had sent the two patrolmen back, Denise
told them it was her best time in years.

“Welcome to Civilization!” Eccles warmly proclaimed.

Labels: dentist, law enforcement, singing, sound, sound man, talent, Wild Turkey

Mr Squirty’s Demise


When_________DDS installed a new Mitchell-Belson he was taken by its beauty. Utility? What didn't it do?

The dentist leading the company seminar, dean all the way from Stanford admonished: “And given the tech firms
moving into your area, belay the babytalk! Squirt-Buddy
and the like! Explain the device to these engineers and point out its features. And, of course, how elegant it is!"

So, that meant no more Mr Squirty. Even to children, he
went over the Mitchell-Belson-–though more slowly.
As did his hygienists.

After not too long the appointment program was crammed, plus a waiting list...tech patients enthralled.

He took on another dentist, pediatric woman disillusioned
by paperwork and incompetent help at her own solo practice.

"Now no Mr Squirty!" he cautioned her first day.

Labels: babytalk, dentist, engineer, tech

(I try to jettison politics on weekends, unless something egregious happens. Well, despite
something egregious happening, really.)

                          Dentist

He accounts decay by morning light,
I phrase colors of the corrugated 
     shed three stories down,

       changing the language 
     as light changes and when

      it stops, the words must
              advance in order

  to save us. We say too much 
and yet at a still point are graced.

Now he tells his speech again--no use
  to talk to me. But, then, I listen
      since we are all of us forgiven.

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