Even My Teeth Are In Love With You
At the dentist
They were playing Dido
They were fluffing their nipples against all the Novocain
They were comparing their own
Previous night’s erections to tooth decay on nitric
Slapping old ‘I Voted’ stickers atop their visible hickys
Attempting to un-memorize the plot
(moves the pawn a space or two)
While I sat in the space chair waiting for my x-rays
Reading more Chekov while wearing
That blue hat surrounded
By spit sinks and drill bits glazed in goodbyes
Eventually,
A raven approached, offering the deluxe co-pay quaking cleaning
In easy to feel bad about installments
And it was the end of the month, where I have no money, so
I told the goddamn bird that I wasn’t Poe
And that I’m pretty sure Chekov wouldn’t have
Put up with this shit, thusly and things like that
I sidestepped the big bill
(chess moves hounded by chess moves)
And chose the free polish option they offered after
I threw what could be considered a mini-fit
Instead
Still, on the way out I agreed to call them later
To schedule an appointment for the expenso-clean
Because what else am I going to do?
Your Queen controls the board and
I’ve grown used to my teeth
And everything at some point finds itself
Dependant on a cleaning
That said (hits the ‘play again’ button
Or whatever it’s called on the remote control thingy
In order to hear the new Taylor Swift single again)
It just pisses me off
Everything is made out of somethings
And it’s always something
Why does everyday have to feel like
The guy playing chess with Death in ‘Seventh Seal’
To the sounds of a surf war, thick step after thick step
For the ability to tread water
Historical Note:
If they made The Seventh Seal today
They wouldn’t be playing chess
They’d be playing something more intellectually relevant
To the times
They’d be playing Pokeemon Go
That’s what they’d fucking be playing!
Because life is just: Pokeemon Go?!
Maybe,
We spend our whole lives with our heads down
Tracking things that aren’t really there and pretending to catch them
In order to get us through to the next day
Just so we can go to the dentist, where we never fucking want to be
Just so we can get our hearts broken, weaved with the need to limp forward
Just so we can still fucking exist
