03-09-2011, 05:11 AM
lining the walls are brown sofas,
before tables perfectly square,
and several dozen odd shaped chairs,
with coloured seats and slanted legs.
a pointless patchwork of soot streaks,
cordoning off obscure white shapes,
decorate one windowless wall.
a lonely girl sweeping the floors,
her hair tied up in a sanitary bun,
a plastic nametag on her shirt,
wears an all black uniform,
like a Death Star caterer.
I lick the slop from my fingers,
the strange and sour garlic sauce,
finish my coke and eat the ice,
bust my tray then step into the night.
before tables perfectly square,
and several dozen odd shaped chairs,
with coloured seats and slanted legs.
a pointless patchwork of soot streaks,
cordoning off obscure white shapes,
decorate one windowless wall.
a lonely girl sweeping the floors,
her hair tied up in a sanitary bun,
a plastic nametag on her shirt,
wears an all black uniform,
like a Death Star caterer.
I lick the slop from my fingers,
the strange and sour garlic sauce,
finish my coke and eat the ice,
bust my tray then step into the night.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe