In the side room, at the dentist
I'm late
Wait for the ferryman, to usher me in
And see the scythe
Gleam, bearing down
A prod; little sharp stick
Tests my rock, my bones
She's thorough - good at this
(It's unsettling she's wearing a mask!)
Mercury prods Mercury
Nasty little sharps
The imp diving in; running amok
My tongue lollops
It all becomes grey
As Pluto enters the fray
Taking an x-ray
(don't blame them for leaving the room
but couldn't I come too????)
She shows me the nerve
Shadowed and grey, on the x-ray
Pluto decay
Oh bones, I wish I'd brushed
and tidied and tucked
This trauma, it's too much
My core, rocking; shaken
by the shadows, bearing on me
Cannot shake them free
Can the tooth be crowned?
Made new, shining sound
and bright; A new start!
No, he's gotta go
Decapitate, bring him down
Toppled from his perch
Scandals done him in
Far too much sin
(Final pass, new; direct
Is the date for the arrest)
For now, brief reprieve
I can sigh and breathe
But soon, ripped apart
Saturn's grip; Pluto's rip
Take care of my squares
I shall after this
Dip in fear; vice like grip
Hades trip
Floss, clean and prod
Occasionally nod
To the ferryman to take
To the chair of the lost
Paying the cost.
Of Arm, Leg and Tooth
History, made here
Lose what you hold dear
Vice grip.....smeared in fear.
I'm late
Wait for the ferryman, to usher me in
And see the scythe
Gleam, bearing down
A prod; little sharp stick
Tests my rock, my bones
She's thorough - good at this
(It's unsettling she's wearing a mask!)
Mercury prods Mercury
Nasty little sharps
The imp diving in; running amok
My tongue lollops
It all becomes grey
As Pluto enters the fray
Taking an x-ray
(don't blame them for leaving the room
but couldn't I come too????)
She shows me the nerve
Shadowed and grey, on the x-ray
Pluto decay
Oh bones, I wish I'd brushed
and tidied and tucked
This trauma, it's too much
My core, rocking; shaken
by the shadows, bearing on me
Cannot shake them free
Can the tooth be crowned?
Made new, shining sound
and bright; A new start!
No, he's gotta go
Decapitate, bring him down
Toppled from his perch
Scandals done him in
Far too much sin
(Final pass, new; direct
Is the date for the arrest)
For now, brief reprieve
I can sigh and breathe
But soon, ripped apart
Saturn's grip; Pluto's rip
Take care of my squares
I shall after this
Dip in fear; vice like grip
Hades trip
Floss, clean and prod
Occasionally nod
To the ferryman to take
To the chair of the lost
Paying the cost.
Of Arm, Leg and Tooth
History, made here
Lose what you hold dear
Vice grip.....smeared in fear.
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3 comments:
Well said: "This duo seems to delight in prising out fear, destruction and transformation in a number of different disguises."
I hear you, Tony.
Thanks Neets - you too Ellen?
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