Living

A Poem by dining alone

conscious
teeth pulled
wheeled out
pryed jaw
curious tongue
scalpels truth
raw gums

life is a toothache
i must investigate
wisdom booth
excessive thought
an abscess to rot

behold, novacaine lane
freedom with an airbag
traction in rain
puzzled in jetlag
conctraction in my brain

fluid retirement
clinic bound
weaned from life
neck deep in cement

here is your place
not a substance to lace
no time for haste
basting children in waste
as they adapt to the taste

this is living