It was like scanning a dial,

an old fashioned radio receiver

searching in the darkness

for Radio Luxemburg, static,

partial signal, lost, found, ear

splitting, brain numbing sound

as you close one eye in response

and try to shrug away as the dentist,

fiendishly and with enamel desire

starts removing the loose and the cracked,

the split and gleefully

finds the station’s pulse mark

and enjoys the hits coming forth,

in at this week’s number ten, a new sensation

drill baby drill.