Donna Summer Poem by r james sterzinger

Nitrous Oxide
Novocain
or the meditation techniques
you learned from the
Buddhists
at the Shambhala
temple
is not
strong enough
to break the
concentrated pain
that you feel
as the dentist
tunnels like a
crazed miner
to the nerves in your jaw
to clean out what you trust
is decay in your left side lower
molar.

you are going on blind pain
and blind trust
hoping you might make it out
of his chair alive

then comes Donna Summer
disco through the muzak
speaker above your head
her 'boogie oogie oogie'
drowns out every other pain
this butcher dentist
may have created.

what you wouldn't do
for just a little
brandy and
Rachmaninoff
now