Nonsense
Shari’s what a place
to be one of the best, certainly.
I
know every waiter, waitress and boss
but
the customers they always change.
Occasionally
I notice those others,
the
others who have noticed me and a friend
the
friend I always come here to eat with.
Tim
is the most courageous, fighting trough his studders
Just
to see you smile, laugh or eat.
The
others know the practice too, but Tim has them beat.
Today
I came to study though, to get back on my feet.
There
is no nonsense that hunger can’t cause
and
there is nothing I cannot eat now
in
this moment I live, no different than another
yet
it is not even close to the same.
I
mean I lived yesterday at 9 PM.
Today
I live again, the moment is no different
except
for what is happening in them.
So
today is a new day, new night to be exact.
If
I knew Shari I’d tell her she’s great, the inspiration
Of
a chain that holds my stomach so tight or jeans I mean.
Making
my stomach expand and bloat.
I
gorge on what’s savory and seldom what is sweet
but
I when I do it’s ripe, a banana cream pie shake.
It’s
a perfect mixture of what should be on your plate
in
a pair of cups, one glass and tin.
I’ll
share if I want, touch if you dare.
This
milkshake is mine unless for you I care
for
you platonically or not, again touch if you dare.
Shari
really gets me, if she were a person.
The
menu is always the same, but the pictures might be different.
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