Pulled this one myself last year – fotos Smith
Since dental students are pulling my last eight upper teeth today, I scanned 50 years of my poetry for tooth references and found eleven, mostly negative, all from the past 8 years . . . the worse my teeth got, the more they crept into my words.
I’m rolling seven dice like dead man’s teeth / and counting all the dots
Teeth are falling out / My muscle body broken / But I am wiser
They lie through their teeth / They crush what is good
what we cannot with grasping / or rending with our teeth
No wailing / No gnashing of teeth / When I go
teeth in nasty places
be made to muse till long in tooth
Oh yes / It’s all tits and toothpaste / A test tease totality / In textbook time
This crown broke off at the gum line last year – foto Smith
You are the crown of creation…(Jefferson Airplane).