(Happy Halloween, everyone!)
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We, in the restaurant,staring
We at them and they at us
They,thinking that we are not them
(and we,perceiving that they are a part of us)
And,inevitably(as was always the case)the waitress
sprang up like a new(damp)fall mushroom,smiling
as she approached us with the typical,vacant separation
while(as far as we’re concerned)her features became what we were
Menus were gently handed to us in the appropriate fashion
and we graciously accepted them in the befitting,civilized manner
“Yes,”soon was uttered about “some cream with decaf coffee”
and then,Eliot-style,we measured out our lives with coffee spoons
Rubbing against the eatery’s window panes,
the yellow fog licked its web into the corners of the evening,
and,seeing that it was a soft October night,
peered in at unsuspecting,engulfing diners who seemed alive(although very much asleep)
And those bourgeois diners’ eyes that stare with superficial,learned separation,
that pigeonhole you as being quite far from what they are (i.e.,it’s all about distance,you see)
while they consume the “having-suffered” ragged claws decomposing upon their plates,
do you feel sorry for them,for whom it all(unfortunately)is very much too late?
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