Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Reservation for one

A plate, a knife, some linen and wine
the time is getting late.
A tap, a scratch, a smoke, a match
patiently I wait.

The lights, the sound, the clock, I've found
are unnerving and do scare
I quit, I'm out, I'm done, won't pout
but will destroy this empty chair.

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