A Day
Автор: yd Дата: 28.12.2006 @ 21:10:59 Раздел: Произведения на чужд език
As I enter my future
Tang on the balcony -
coffee, mice rotten
hit onto my son-to-be-born
insensitive nostrils.
Ahead of me -
Tables and chairs -
crammed, staffed.
Fit to fit more.
Squishing the floor once yellow
now not.
I glimse somewhat indifferently for you,
with a passing by like a cockroach,
I place the missing fork
on your wrinkled paper napkin,
onto the blue pad in front of you
on table Nom: 35
that's in the left back corner?
saluting the staff
to ensure that
the homemade pies
have been delivered
probed and harassed
I refill the Heinz bottels
here pass-by at my station
for a half-smile of my face pimpled
I bow at you, angry customer,
for I am driven.
with your persionalised order
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