Lying Poem by Janet Budd

Today I’m lying in the dentist chair
Wondering how to seem relaxed, my scheme
Is to by thought transport myself elsewhere.

My opaque eyelids block the spotlight glare,
Some mellow music plays. I feel no pain.
Today I’m lying. In the dentist chair

I levitate my soul like gas and air,
Float round the boundaries of the room. My aim
Is to by thought transport myself. Elsewhere

Her mouth is being explored, She grins and bares
Instruments and drills that scratch, scrape, and grate.
Today I’m lying in the dentist chair

Serenely dreaming, wistfully compare
The sun of yesterday with today’s rain.
Is to by thought transport myself elsewhere

The trick a coward plays, or magic’s flair,
A self deceptive ploy or crafty game?
Today I’m lying in the dentist chair
And by thought I transport myself elsewhere