Monday, January 5, 2009

Some Kind of Lonely Crown

This song came to mind today for THE FUTURIST!
It just seemed to fit.
Though, nothing seems to fit.
Especially, the crown that fell out of THE FUTURIST!'s
jaw last week. A replacement porcelain molar for a root canal.
It just fell out ... it isn't that old ... a few years.
THE FUTURIST! fears the dentist and the glow in her eyes
when she looks into his mouth. A glow that radiates greed.
THE FUTURIST! feels miserable today.
His insurance only covers so much.
And once his maw is opened for her,
she always "finds" more trouble.
Sometimes THE FUTURIST! just wants to quit.

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