04-30-2018, 06:30 AM
Meth Mouth
Four out of five dentists
will lie to you. They seek
the sterile beauty of the scientist:
the clean petri dish, the fluoride
rinse. They would line up your teeth
like some suburban picket fence nightmare,
and you would smile the whitened gloss
of a breakfast cereal model. Find
that one of five that will refuse
to look past your candy apple
red gums. That special observer
who won’t miss the majestic Everest
of your last solitary tooth.
They will not be bought for bubblegum
revenues for they know that it is the warble
in the song that makes the nightingale lovely.
Four out of five dentists
will lie to you. They seek
the sterile beauty of the scientist:
the clean petri dish, the fluoride
rinse. They would line up your teeth
like some suburban picket fence nightmare,
and you would smile the whitened gloss
of a breakfast cereal model. Find
that one of five that will refuse
to look past your candy apple
red gums. That special observer
who won’t miss the majestic Everest
of your last solitary tooth.
They will not be bought for bubblegum
revenues for they know that it is the warble
in the song that makes the nightingale lovely.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson