The Server~

What stunning features Miasma crafted
... for herself from the apple peels circling
the galactic, choking core of another spilling day
as her man ambled down cherry wood flights of fancy
with his forehead wide open
on a garden of herbs
for her nimble, plucking fingers
mint lobes
and dill temples;
breakfast at this house was always
a cerebral experience

Tourists rode a section slash of eden
a trashy, overused square of dreams
like a magik carpet
with children picking chicken bones
and tomorrow’s dreams
from frayed, astroturf edges
while a dark smudge of celebrity hid behind her spider veil
counting coup with lipstick
on the rim of her Hummel latte

Welcome to the floating bed and dreadfest
over breakfast
where reckoning peppers eggs over easy
for a mushroom girl
with an stunning umbrella that opens inverse
and bleeds the sky of cranberry marmalade
for your toast
and I shall be your server
with tips in my fluid apron with crazy straws
encrusted with diamonds
and extra napkins
for the serious bleeders

Flip a strip of bacon
on a cavernous grill
the hunchback in lean profile pushing shop rite whites
into the Mesozoic
until Miasma trips his trick up
presses him between a papyrus and a bone knife
a quivering book in a bell tower
for a roving girl
with a strobing mind
and emeralds in her Esmereldic discarnation

In jars where fish gasp
in cheap heaps where children are sold to fat Americans
for cash
inside your décor and your décolletage
bought for a square peg romance with self idolatry
I will be your server
in my ink apron
smiling with black eyesockets
as misguided divinity rolls my vision in its palms
with glee

Charon never served death
so beautiful
Liberty never had killer stilettos
like these
Justice never walked the cat walk
with such a sway in the drop of the anvil

Welcome
to the River
I will be your server . . . .


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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Charon never served death
so beautiful
Liberty never had killer stilettos
like these
Justice never walked the cat walk
with such a sway in the drop of the anvil

Welcome
to the River
I will be your server . . . .'

those last lines utterly brilliant and just taking the poetry up that notch until it becomes something universal, unexpected and sublime. if there ever was such a thing as a poet who wrote for poets, i'm sure you do write for a wider audience but the cadences here are so appealing, refreshing and unique that they cast a spell upon the reader transporting us into your world where we find the surreal, the tragic realities of life, but also a poetry that is so unbelievably fresh and invigorating that we fall in love with the art form all over again. stunning!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I don't know if I should be hungry or dreaming... I think every town has its quaint cafe full of interesting characters and food that keep people coming back, this is obviously the cafe in Wonderland.

[Ed Hart]

and here i was, hoping for a little mercy