Lawrence Hall
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Flying
to London on Nitrous Oxide
For Dr. Armstrong
Doctor A. has dropped a black cloth
over my eyes
As if I were facing a firing squad in a
vinyl chair
An uncomfortable vinyl chair
The firing squad is not in the chair; I
am
How silly to think of a firing squad in
a vinyl chair I mean how would they all fit, eh
I give the finger to an oxygen thingie
And air is piped into my itchy nose
scratch scratch
“I’m turning the nitrous on now, just
let me know…”
What shall I think about during
dentistry…?
A holiday in London long ago
I’m walking along crowded Oxford Street
A motor-scooter cop is writing a ticket
For a tiny little car that’s
double-parked
Across the street is a used-book shop
I want to browse the old Oxford
editions
(OUCH!)
But first I’ll find breakfast
I’ll find breakfast
I’ll find breakfast
(oh that one’s only a little ouch)
And what a happy breakfast!
In this little café with windows all
steamed
And I find a seat among the shoppers
and workers and shoppers and workers and the nice English waitress is from
Viet-Nam and I was in Viet-Nam and she is still from Viet-Nam I was only in
Viet-Nam and she is very English and writes on a pad eggs and sausages and
toast and eggs and sausages and toast and after breakfast I’ll walk across
Oxford Street for Oxford Books I can see in the dusty window and the nice
English waitress takes my order for eggs and sausages and toast and somehow I
never get across Oxford Street to browse the Oxford books because “I’m
switching you back to Oxford oxygen now and you’re all done just sit there for
a few minutes” and she wipes the drool off my chin and the ordinary air hisses
through the nasal cannula and I feel a little fuzzy and I’m not in London and
there are no eggs and sausages and toast but yes I can stand now and yes just
go see Erin at the front for the paperwork and then I’ll ride in the passenger
seat to Jack in the Box for some sort of golly-gee-whiz breakfast swaddled in
paper and coffee in a paper cup which I will have to chew and swallow on the
right because my left is all numb and I’ll dribble on myself and I wish I were
in London but I’m not but coffee from Jack in the Box after being NPO after
midnight is okay too…
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