It certainly feels strange to put a comment box under a poem as I'm sure it must be strange to try and think of a relative reply. With that in mind, I would like to welcome you all to do me a solid and just leave me a smiley or something so I know you've been here. Thanks in advance. Yours truly, DJ Funktual

waiting room - dental

everything is, of course,

(----w h i t e----) like a smile.

which immediately makes me nervous

for i have yellow teeth.

the people who work there are seperated

from the rest of us by a shifty glass wall.

they are often pretty people

who feel, or at least look, very clean.

they've been stared at all day by patients

who don't brush well and too often

it seems, have bad breath.

meanwhile a large selection

of outdated magazines are supposed

to ease my mind while i wait here,

frightened,

overly conscious of the dirt

between my grinding teeth

but they tell me that is the desired effect

under these particular circumstances.

i can't evade this pulling teeth-

this creepy clean place,

where i come for surgery on my face.