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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/9/2005 8:18:16 PM | Howdy all.
Kobold! Good to see you again! And thanks...a lot of my family members served in both of the World Wars. Some didn't make it home. Much honour and respect to the vets from me as well and to your Dad. He already sounds like a helluva guy.
Rory...thanks, pardner. I remember the Souster poem from waayyy back. I read it somewheres and I may have the book it's in too, but it won't be easy to find. I'm glad you posted it here.
As for tonight....I feel absurd...anyone else feel a little absurd? Maybe it's just me, so here:
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The Restaurant at the End of the Cemetery
Brain salad sandwiches are the special today
You just have to decide when to eat and how much to pay
If you don’t mind, take the time and sample the stew
It’s made from the duodenum of a person you once knew
I can hear you ask for the Almighty Dessert Tray
Laden with things that once walked and swayed
Those decorations on the pies that you can just see
Are made with the patellas from someone’s knees
What? I can’t believe you’re losing your once unbending appetite
The menu here is all-natural…it’s McD’s is what should make you take fright
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Hey, I didn't say good...just absurd. So now I'm going to take my absurd ass to bed. Been a long, gross Monday. See you guys tomorrow. G'night. | |
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Posted: 5/9/2005 8:55:14 PM | hi folks, have been outa town for awhile good to be back...I wrote this while I was gone....thank god i have a laptop :) anyways...gimme some feed on this please, im thinking about using it in acomptetion i got coming up and i could really use yer guys critique, I know (the rap) stuff isnt all yer thangs and all that :P but show me some love :)
lates iw ill read and poist more soon...thnx
1luv
peace.
th30ry
I got computer adoration
thats the fact that im facein
every time i see her sig my heart starts racin
shes a cyberspace sensation
start a trek across the cybernation
our keys keep pace with the beat of our hearts
after dark, we connect, highspeed badwidth gets checked
sattelite connections get hacked
If she had my back, id have her front
if she'd be down, to get down and be round
wit a clown like me, dats brown from the c-town.
by clown that means i joke around,
mistake me for a punk get bucked down
Im down for mine, id like to be down fer hers
I do for hers, likes i do for mine all the time,
I bust rhymes like dr suess
Im a master masuees
I pour cold grey goose
we make love all night long
on my processor, I devistate her
and build her up everynight
like leggos and Im a big kid alright
we can start after dinner
pack a brunch cuz well skip breakfast,
Im a winner
im not the type a cat dat breaks fast
I stick around and stay down for my cybergyrl
she's my cyber world i wanna increase and ram her,
program her, make her stammer and studder
blind her with diamonds like she was stevie wonder
our loves streaming beeming transfering data
its mind over matta.
computer love
gots me waiting, debating, cascading
concrete dreams of you. | |
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Posted: 5/9/2005 11:40:44 PM | evening all you poets. I missed the ole barn yesterday. Ahh, and now just a short stop---t`was a longgg day here in the mountains, but ended with a space of peace. Will give everyone a proper read ...at some point this week....
Presence of the past
Air clammy and petrified
Winds whirl
Patches of blue nothing
Waiting arrives searching
Patience the bitter antidote
Zeus blows stiff in the wind
Sharp edges of despair
Slice branches bare
From deadwood she catches
Leaves as they turn to fall
The sun comforts
Sad black clouds cowering
Inside a mortar in the sky
Flashes of chaos
His pestle circles the day
Poseidon washes over lands of coral
Peace a compass to a broken shell
Waves of fear and punishment
Snapped beneath the sea
She swallows bitter salt in the night
Hades sleeps on bones of ebony
Rooted in the river of Styx
A Cypress plant his pillow
Skeletons of the past
Screams heard in the mind
The past her only future | |
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| serving up poor little donuts.....
Posted: 5/10/2005 6:41:20 AM | Oh, c'mon,Monsieur Goat
How can this be?
One of my greatest pleasures
You have just taken from me!
Now how can I possibly sink
These big crooked teeth
Into a Timmy's tractor tire
without feeling like a thief??
Until just now ( wow!) I used to enter Timmy's
With a warm and fuzzy feeling of serendipityz.
But now, oh now, Mr. Goat, I feel guilt
for the bloody sugar that has been spilled.
You have no idea
what you have stolen from me!
T'was my comfort, my joy,
My sweet therapy!!
T'was always the donut, the donut
that was the synergist of relief.
But now the damm things
have personalities? Good grief!
When a cheque bounced at the bank
When a lover jilted me.
When I had to fill up the gas tank
or drive through Surrey.
Yes, it was always the donut
Mr. Goat, that that saved me!.
When my brother died,
And his weary soul sighed.
I took solace in a double creme.
But now I feel guilt for my sweet sphere
It too has a soul, and can scream?
Oh that deep fried indulgence
like a lobster squeals?
Oh, please Monsieur Goat,
do donuts really feel?
Oh, and the maple glaze
With passion ablaze
But alas, left behind.
I too, feel like she, my little sugar-ee
Won't someone please be kind?
Do donuts have character?
They're not cookie cutter same?
Is that jelly blood?
Don't the apple fritters tame?
When they rot my teeth
Oh please , can I sue?
Tell me Monsieur Goat
Or do I misconstrue?
Well, that was fun!!
Loved yer poem., Sir Goat!! Keep up the good work!!
Molly out........ | |
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| serving up poor little donuts.....
Posted: 5/10/2005 6:32:29 PM | Heh heh...I loved your poem too, Molly. Thanks so much and a big ol' welcome to the barn.
I'm still chuckling....that one is a clipper and a keeper. You don't mind, do yer? I have a little file of poems that make me laugh and think (and the ones that do both). I always credit the writer.
A howdy to th3ory too...excellent...always excellent. Thanks for that as well.
And Breathing...well...I just don't have the words for you tonight, muh dear. I love every post you make, every verse you take...that sounds like a song, dunnit? Sorry. I do love your poems.
Let's see what I have hyar from my brain-damaged self....
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One Windy Morning
The wind was an animal today
It pushed and thumped against all who tried to stand against it
Furious at the cage that held it
Tense with the cold that accompanied it
Plastic bags dashed around like urban tumbleweeds
Pedestrians braced themselves against bus stops
Another plastic bag whips by, full of quick wind
Rustles away, bounding down the street
Picture one person on a bike, unable to tack into the wind
Hear the grunts and the yells at that fierce animal gale
Understand the string of curses that flew from his lips
Know he doesn’t mean it personally
It was thirty minutes of focussed pedalling
Thirty minutes of yells and swears and guttural barks
Thirty minutes of one wheel rotation after another
Followed by eight hours at a quiet desk
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Well, again...it ain't good. That wind tuckered me out. I think I need an early night, so I'll bow out semi-gracefully and pass out on the bathroom floor. It was good enough for Elvis and it should be good enough for me. Right?
Yar.
G'night. | |
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| what a day-what a day!
Posted: 5/10/2005 8:01:10 PM | (breathing)- I liked that last 1 you just did.....^^^^
entwined in yesterday
wild grapevines choking my essense to stone
a field of dandilion dreams
wisked away- the gift of live animation
watching the youngin's back when they "were"
dancing aloft the crimson crabapples
tripping not- in their quickness
shooting the richly scented bee-magnets across the sky-magnificent!
tasting freshly baked goodies from the nice next door neighbors...
they just don't come like that anymore..."kid lovers" in the realest sense
times they are so different
my world has become another universe
a spectacle of division | |
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| serving up poor little donuts.....
Posted: 5/10/2005 8:21:38 PM | OOhhh...... may the sugar gawds forgive me!!!
Hey Sir Goat.
Anytime!!. Thanks for your inspiration is all......
Gingerly, precariously,
with just one toe.
She steps in- just a dip
Nervously
Glancing to and fro,
A stranger offers her his hand
With wisdom and prose
She smiles and steps forth
"AYE, mee Lordsl"
( she is wielding a sword)
Come hither, all you freaks!!
OKAY! So where's the diving board??
Plunge
Plunge
Oh fukkit
Plunge!
The future is soooooooo ......
damm deep.
Into it.....
sploosh.
Bad hair day today
From which yet I am free.
This time I ill afford-
Goats head soup is me!.
manana!!!
Molly out............. | |
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| The Poetry Barn And Eatery
Posted: 5/10/2005 11:56:01 PM | Goat, the Souster poem is from "The Colour Of The Times" (Ryerson Press; 1964).
Molly, good timing. Now that pickles is goading other tourists in Europe for a week or two, we need a new foil for the Goat, hahahaha....... donuts with feelings, indeed (munch, munch,mmmmmm.......)
th30ry, I could imagine yelling that one. I'd do it but I'm too tired...maybe tomorrow.
breathing, a lot going on in last entry. New twist on an old theme.
YELLOW, BLUE, WHITE, AMBER
The rock's chest thrust out
in vaunted stoicism, on this day?
Wave-smash suds spill
over its itchy scapulae.
Wind whistles around me, scooping
skin like a throbbing kite
over these naked pools of amber
luxuriating in the faded light. | |
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Posted: 5/11/2005 4:37:09 AM | Hello everyone..to all my favorites and the newcomers to the barn..
Just stopping in to say hi, hope that everyone is well, and as always the writes are wonderful, always love to read the wonderful talent that hangs out at the barn....
I have something floating around in my head, not sure if its just air or actual words...lol but maybe will have something new to post...
right now things are good, but as always I have doubts and insecurities, with myself, so I am just chilling to kinda sort my head out....man I hate being a virgo, a thinker and feeler...it sucks at times...lol
ta ta for now, will stop on in later to read a bit...
Miz
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Posted: 5/11/2005 4:55:24 AM | Here you go,earlier posting then I thought but it came out...lol...
not the best but they are my words and thoughts so its all good...
The Old Tree
Wandering down the worn out path
No destination in mind
Walking in a pondering daze
Peace and tranquility I hope to find
Coming upon a clearing
Barren land no trees in sight
Except one big old sycamore tree
That refused to give up the fight
Reaching towards the vibrant sun
Standing strong and tall
Rooted deep into the ground
Refusing to ever fall
Showing strength beyond all means
Being the last one to survive
Gave me hope and strong will
To again feel so alive
One big old branch called my name
Welcoming me to sit and rest
To take in the strength under my weight
Knowing that it has passed many tests
Through storms so strong and deadly
Ones that tore down other trees
Through drought that made the land so dry
Drying up even the largest seas
This big old tree has seen it all
And stayed so rooted and strong
Giving me strength to hold on
And face my life so wrong
Showing me in so many ways
That anything can be overcome
If you always reach for the sky
And the warmth of the welcoming sun
Keep yourself grounded
Always have dreams to reach in sight
Hold on to your beliefs
And never give up the fight…..
Miz | |
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Posted: 5/11/2005 5:52:18 PM | Hello all....another day at the orifice -- er, office -- all done with. Another busy evening may be in store for me, so I'd better get to the gravy PDQ.
Hello Skye...good to see you in the barn and welcome. Good writes, too. Thanks for choosing the barn to post it in, too. Loved it.
Molly...she returns. She returns with more wit and words. I'm glad to have inspired you -- you have a real gift for wry humour....that's a hard thing to find.
Rory...I guess I don't have that Souster poem in my pile (piles upon piles) of books...I may have been thinking of something else. It was a non-fiction book that quoted it...Gawd, if I could fill a warehouse with the stuff I've forgetten in my life...urgh. Your poem was excellent, as per usual. Short and very powerful...it's classic Rory-style if I've ever seen it.
Miz...hello there. Good to see you again! And you bring a beautiful poem with you. I absolutely loved that one...I, too had a favourite tree when I was a young'un. I also have a favourite rock that still exists in the Yukon. The tree...well, it may be gone by now. But thank you for pulling at my old memories, Miz. You're still great in my eyes.
Okay...I'm ready to spew out something. Stand back:
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Don’t I have Anything Better to Write About?
Socks…all I smell are my socks
Which is kind of a bad thing because they’re across the room
Bereft of feet, they lie and stink
Like lazy, unwashed boneless rodents
The smell…is almost beyond metaphor
Or simile
But it’s like when you open a bag of Ranch Doritos
Mix in some Eau de Wet Dog
And let stand for several weeks under a radiator
I may have to bury them in the yard soon
It’s not a good thing when you can’t stand your own funk
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Ick, huh? Sorry if I got any on ya'll.
Okay...off to the next disaster...g'night! | |
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| stinky sox???
Posted: 5/11/2005 9:43:01 PM | Yep. That was indeed disgusting, Sir Goat.
Still wiping off the chunks.
Once a lover left
His smelly socks behind
Crushed and torn
I slept with them til morn.
I awoke to but a rancid vapour
And a bit of toe jam is all.
All?
Yup!
I'm all better now!!
Ok, I'm outta here. Thought I'd say hey.
Today I wrote kinda dark-y.
Or is that dorky???
I have no desire to snivel in a public forum....
G'nitey nite, all.
PS. Rory...Looooooooved the Lions Gate analogy poem.Awesome!! | |
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| stinky sox???
Posted: 5/11/2005 11:30:44 PM | good evening all, tis late here, and again .... little time to read....tis a busyyyy week--yikes...
Rory...lions gate....well brings back many a trip across that bridge....
and Goat...well dear Goat, you do it evey time. You leap from the page, smelly socks and all
;-)
hi ya molly...great words you have- a great addition to this ole' barn
-I will settle in this weekend to do some proper reading on the weekend-
Attention Span of Chaos
Phone rings
Sending a fax you say
Lunch is waiting
You laugh at life
Call my other line
15 minutes
No time to breathe
A pile of work
Wait
I need a week
Hold please
The salad is wilting
Where is my knife
Never mind I say
I’ll call you tonight
g'nite all I gotta sleep.....ZZzzzzz | |
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| stinky sox???
Posted: 5/12/2005 5:20:10 AM | Good Morning all...
Time sure passes us by,it seems like there are never enough hours in the day to enjoy the beautiful days that we are getting now, to be able to stop and take a deep breath is what we all need to be able to do, but alas time flies on by...
Goat,no matter what you write about you always bring a smile to my face, I will always be around, the creative mind has been on vacation as my heart enjoys life right now, but I am stopping in when I can, never want to lose base here at the barn, it is my resting place, the place that has inspired me more then anyone would know, many poems have been written because of the wonderful talent here....thank you to everyone for stopping in and being a wonderful inspiration....
The Stroll....
I watched her every day stroll down the same lane
The time and the distance was always the same
Started off at Prince Street at half past noon
At two o’clock she ended up at the old saloon
Always the same times, never a minute late
Like she had to be on time for an important date
She sat in the corner booth ordered a whiskey sour
Put some money into the jukebox and sat there for an hour
Two whiskey sours and five sad love songs
Singing about love and lust gone wrong
The three o’clock chimes rang loud and clear
She got on up and exited through the rear
Walked on back the same way she came
Ended up home on cherry lane
Stayed inside the rest of the day
Till the time came for her to be on her way
No one knew why or bothered to ask
They just left her alone with her daily task
Knowing that for her it was a part of her past
Something that she always wanted to last
So each day she would walk her same routine
Never sharing what it really did mean
To her it didn’t matter what others saw
It was a way of feeling whole and not so raw
She was able to relive a life so happy and free
A day like no other, one that only she could see..
Miz....  | |
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| stinky sox???
Posted: 5/12/2005 10:36:18 AM | Hey everyone 
Just had to write SOMETHING
Miss you all
Ars*hole a mio
He sang to me
The gigolo
From Italy
He tried to kiss me
On the Via
His breath smelt of garlic
It was dire
He pinched my bum
My right cheek
He's wearing my handprint
On his left cheek
I love spagetti
And I love vino
But I hate gigolos
Called Gino
told you it was bad...and a migment of my imagination, but here's hoping
Bye | |
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| Back from Hell
Posted: 5/12/2005 5:44:46 PM | Someone pinching a bum?
Could be worse-had my head licked one time. Threw me off bigtime-lol | |
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| Back from Hell
Posted: 5/12/2005 5:45:27 PM | Racism
Tread lightly all who pass here,
I am a man of peace but am not meek,
In me you’ll find little fear,
But I’m not a braggart when I speak.
In constant prep for war,
Peace is where I rest,
The world I try to ignore,
But can only do my best.
Day to day combat zone,
In the inner city hood,
Every day I face it alone,
But if I could leave I would.
They really fear me,
People fear the unknown,
But they only fear what they see,
Through their ignorance a perception is sown.
Racism is a hard thing to bear,
Especially when set upon me,
And even though it’s everywhere,
I wish it weren’t so to the powers that be.
If you were to really know me indeed,
You’d see I’d help anyone,
Regardless of race, color, or creed,
I believe we’re all equal, every last one.
~Kobold~ | |
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| Back from Hell
Posted: 5/12/2005 7:00:42 PM | Howdy all...not much time tonight...grr...
So tonight's poem reflects that:
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Untitled for Good Reason
Ain’t got no poem
Ain’t got no rhyme
I just can’t grow ‘em
I just have no time
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Sorry ya'll...one of those days again.
Hi Pickles!! You survived an Italian mauling? Good to know.
Good to see the rest of you, too. Molly, Miz, Breathing, Kobold....did I miss anyone? Sorry if I did...gotta run. G'night. | |
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| Prohibition
Posted: 5/12/2005 8:11:40 PM | THE NOBLE EXPERIMENT
When Andrew Volstead penned
the eighteenth amendment
Did he know what it would do?
How it could make a girl's eye sparkle
As she envisioned the impossible
Available in the misconstrue?
The blunder of prohibition
was cause of greedy celebration
For the gangsters and I.
A Speak Easy in my basement
Twice as many sprung up
as saloons that said goodbye.
I won't get caught, I know it.
I'll bribe the cop on the beat.
For a nip he will sell his soul.
I'm going to fire up a still,
There are no standards to obey
Soon this will take it's ghostly toll.
Hello Chicago!! Home of crime deaths
Escalating to four hundred per annum
Capone wields his bloody bat.
The jails cells are overflowing
561 percent increase in convicts
Now just how can you top that?
I got rich!! I got drunk!
I smuggled with glee!
Breaking laws without constraint.
It was the crime spree of the Century
A most fascinating fiasco
T'was The Noble Experiment.
Thirteen years, thirteen years,
this nightmare went on
Until one Valentine's Day
Now my Speak Easy and still
I've traded for a quill.
I'll tell the kid... mebbee someday.
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| Prohibition
Posted: 5/12/2005 11:26:48 PM | hello one and all....
Just a quick stop and then I gotsta run to sleep.......time...oh the concept of time....the concept of memory....yeah, I best sleep now...nite all....
Flashes of light on highway 99
Redemption found in the cliffs
Descending from Sea to sky
Hearts racing to spin the wheel
White knuckles of hope grasp
One last chance to take a turn
Parking lot of greed
Souls gambling for answers
Inside a plaza of nations
Round chips of blood
Red and black scarred in his mind
Tossing the ball the heart won’t rest
Everything rides on infinity
The circle of eight
Holds the keys to salvation
A grave disease afraid to die
The hand of death is cast
The final answer waiting to fall
He wagers his home
His number is sure to come in
He prays to the croupier to survive
He has reached the end
To the house he sacrificed a soul
Snakes strangle his lungs
The room is still of speech
Laughter has ended in grief
Eyes watch him flee the night
Lightening fills the sky
Cries fall from the bridge
Hands empty
He ascends the mountains to face himself | |
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Posted: 5/13/2005 12:06:56 AM | A SOMEWHAT WINDING WALK
Caught, released, the day's banalities
subside from a camouflaged starling's flicking
head-- left, right, left-- on a ballooning
torso sprouting from the wet, shaded rock,
the authoritative denials urging me
superfluously to surrender my downtown mind.
The speckled smudge dives beneath the rocks.
Dank fragrances descend from gray cliffs.
The remaining red and brown leaves flutter and point
to the ocean where the mirroring swells carry seagulls,
whiteness leaping, obscuring the tugboat chugging
at mountain's foot, the whiteness holding and falling,
falling again to the glinting, silvered sea.
Dull and bright ducks glide comically
in file or weave or bob, some pairing off
and filtering through the line leading to where?....
A precarious future.
Geese fly by.
Something stirs in the dense, nearby bushes. | |
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Posted: 5/13/2005 7:05:54 PM | Wash Away"
An old man lying by the road
Black is night
He's got his finger on the trigger
An easy target in sight
He's got no future, no family tree
He's got a three dollar bottle
And he drinks 'till he can't see
All night, all night.....
A young girl waiting on a line
Eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden
Willpower's withering thin
An unwed mother beaten by her trade
Each week her welfare reminds her
Of mistakes she never made
Oh no.....
A baby crying through a dream
An afterthought
Mother is seething for pleasure
After the poison is bought
His eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath
Oh God, he's addicted
Addicted to death
Oh, no...
Now what has that to say about tomorrow
What has that to show for today
Noah thought to build an ark
Before the heavens washed it all away
Away...
Vertical Horizon | |
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Posted: 5/13/2005 8:04:39 PM | Howdy all. Another post n' run from me. Sorry...
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Scrotal Omelettes
Walking around naked in the kitchen
Is liberating
To a degree
After some personal experience
I would hold off
Frying anything
Until you’re properly garbed
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A quick bandaging and I'm all set for the rest of the evening....see ya'll tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 5:21:01 AM | the longest hour...
have you ever noticed just how long an hour can be when you are seated in a dentist chair..
you go into the office...sign in ...the lady is ever so nice and cheerful...you have to tell them everything about yourself...from the time you born til you walk into the office...fill out endless papers...sign away your life several times...then you are sitting...waiting...luckily not for too long this time...then here the come....the perky young assistant...young enough to be your daughter....takes you in and puts that ever awful bib on you...you know the one...the square paper one that is held on with clips...
luckily for me...I got a chair looking out the window at the surf.... and the waves were oh so good...had I been a block over I could have been watching the surfers...I wasn't...so I got the view of the traffic and the waves crashing against the seawall...still not so bad..considering most offices in my experience have had pictures and diplomas etc...here there were surf pictures.... a light attached to a two by four accross the ceiling..but a bit down....(but still better than the dentist office I visited in nairobi...I won't even speak of the terror I felt as a dentist with a foot pumped drill worked in my mouth...but he did a god job...:-)......ya know then the girl comes back with that little square peice of plastic stuff that they put in your mouth to take the xray...it scratches is uncomfortable and you have to be still...as she puts the lead vest over you..takes the picture....then finally takes it out and you wonder if it is worth it all.....
and of course...being so young...she comes back and admits she needs to take another one because SHE had it placed wrong...and the pain...sitting still again...but it is Ok...the waves are breaking..a few gulls flying about.... a window to watch out....
finally the dentist comes in....opens your mouth ...those cold steel instruments...(stainless steel I guess) and start to put the deadener on so he can give you the shot to deaden your mouth...(it still hurts) then says he will be back in 10 minutes...and you get to sit and mull over in your mind...what is going to happen...watch more waves break.....he returns start to drill....it is the sound that is so horrible....and then eyes widen...you can definilty feel that...on the inside...the nerve....he notices...despite the story he is telling about his little boys escapades to the assistant........ he gives another shot.... and goes to another tooth that thankfully you can feel...comes back...you stil lfeel it...but you are determined not to let them know...even if it does hurt you have no desire to stay even one minute longer than you have to in the dentist chair..... he finishes up..... says you can go....it has only been an hour...but seems like a lifetime....you say thank you...with a mouth that is half numb...hoping you don't have drool coming out of your mouth as you talk....go to the front desk to pay before you leave.....it hurts almost as much as th edrill being in your mouth.... mmmm you worked for 4 days to pay for the work the dentist did in your mouth in less than one hour...(maybe I should have become a dentist instead of a teacher....:-) | |
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