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Rated: E · Poetry · Music · #2198084
A delightful trip to the dentist.
When I go to the dentist it’s normal despise;
an invasion of steel of diminutive size.
Yet my last visit there had me full of delight
as if pleasure had wings like an eagle in flight.

Pointed metal comes in to scrape tartar aside;
I tensed up in the chair with my mouth open wide.
As the dental hygienist probed at the gum line,
she hit some sort of nerve—right away I felt fine

as the music I love played at once in my mind;
I felt muscles go slack in my state of unwind.
Then euphoria started as if it would last
hearing music so treasured—the songs of the past.

In my brain came the melodies of a guitar;
ELO, 3 Dog Night, Cheryl Crow, CCR.
Many songs overlapped—it was crossfading fun;
yet despite overlapping, I heard every one

like from Beatles, The Turtles, The Who and The Kinks;
(in my mind it was like I had musical links.)
There was Edison Lighthouse with Rosemary Goes…
Elton John, Tears for Fears, and Seal’s, Kiss From a Rose.

Shocking Blue, Steely Dan, Matchbox 20 and Cher,
Hall and Oates, Eric Clapton, The Cowsills with, Hair.
Dave Clark Five, REM, Paul McCartney and Wings,
(how amazing what striking a little nerve brings.)

I could smile inside for I felt like a prince;
I was longing for Listerine so I could rinse.
With my head pointing down dental work had begun;
I felt something inside rubbing up on my tongue.

Rock and Roll was Bob Seger, old time as he said;
and a little more mellow; Guitar Man by Bread.
White Plains, Rush, Bonnie Tyler, The Spinners or Styx,
Moody Blues, Dobie Gray, Doobie Brothers, The Fixx.

I was near to the end with my face all aglow
with Def Leppard in mind—no Hysteria though.
Then some flossing before an exam by the doc;
it had been a delight as I listened to rock.

Upon finishing she took the bib off my chest;
I explained as I said to her, “Music is best.”
I acknowledged I had many more in reserve,
and I thanked her for hitting my musical nerve.

40 Lines
(Anapestic Tetrameter)
Writer’s Cramp

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