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The little things that make my teeth clean

Of course, the champion is the toothpick
Always the wooden, bamboo toothpick
Or could be the fine dental floss
But I always need a mirror to use that
And eventually I find it more expensive
And time consuming

And then I can have a little twig
Of guava,
I like the odor and I have the
Last chew and
Oh my
I can chew the same and swallow

But without the toothpick or the floss
And when I am in a bus and there is
No guava tree

I simply have my tongue and the
Nail helping it to get rid

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's probably not a good idea to be chewing on a toothpick if you're talking to the president, because what if he tells a funny joke and you laugh so hard you spit the toothpick out and it hits him in the face or something.

Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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As you read these lines

As you read these lines
Another toothpick
Is chewed by my teeth

Something is wrong
With my tongue and
Teeth, how they compete
For recognition, the teeth
Claiming it chewed the
Words the tongue claiming
It approved the taste,

I am listening how they
Argued and quarreled,
And in the chaos I bit the
Toothpick chewed it
And spit it out,

How choppy have I
Become, how some

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He Has His Own Way

as i enter this cheap
restaurant he also sits
on the other side
of the table on one
of those dusty
rattan chairs

i take my bite
he puts his
toothpick between
his lips and leave
them there
for a while

his hands are
on the table
holding an
orange as
though it is
a cotton bud

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another Day

having the low down blues and going
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindess and symphaty.
live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.
o.k., you'll tip her 15 percent.
you order a turkey sandwich and a
beer.
the man at the table across from you
has watery blue eyes and
a head like an elephant.
at a table further down are 3 men
with very tiny heads
and long necks
like ostiches.
they talk loudly of land development.
why, you think, did I ever come
in here when I have the low-down

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poem by Charles Bukowski
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I remember growing up always loving the guitar. I used to love to watch the people play on the Country Western shows on TV. My folks told me that when I was just a toddler, I used to pretend I was playing a guitar on a toothpick.

quote by Carl Wilson
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A waiter writes a poem in a French restaurant

I am only a toothpick that never gets a kiss from your sherry lips.
I am only a serviette Mademoiselle,
You wipe your golden fingers and throw away.
I am only a firefly in your chandelier room of heart
And really I am a fool who cries for the Moon in daylight.

*To the moths where they fly at night and burn with flames.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Flashbacks

All it takes is Laura Riding's riding-
crop across my butt, and I'm off:
Git-up horsie she cries astride me as

I crash sweetly onto the carpet.
Boredom what an esthetic,
cleansing the days-
I laud the vintage of my toothpick.

Small-husband to the floor,
my foot stoops in dance,
in courtship intervals.

Putting their clothes on afterwards
the lovers are surprised
at how empty
the buttonholes seem.

poem by Bill Knott
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Trois.....

we are all the same
towards the destination
that island of
desire
three of us in this
boat
body

we do not mention names
what for?
the elements of wind and fire
and hands and thighs
and tongues

making memories on sands
and picking time like pickles
licking the
toothpick
and opening the

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Fortress

Is made of parcment paper
Manilla envelopes shade
The sun
Once a fortress made of
Steel
Now melted
By a welders torch
Tormented by lusts
Familiar call
The door is solid
Origami
Pasted shut with
Super Glue
Seven wooden soldiers
Mount my toothpick
Gate
To protect me
From you
In the daylight
Or in the shadows

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poem by Theodora Onken
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