Wednesday, November 5, 2008

78. DINING AT THE METROPOL

DINING AT THE METROPOLE
Oh raft of shiners, renegade factors,
how sincerely do you pout. While you sang
'The Swan' at Tuckman's Oasis, half the world
was burning away. So little did you notice, or care,
that one aperitif after another was downed for lack
of love to share. Heavens, how little so much matters!
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'We must keep up our manners!'
That was a rallying cry as so many ships
went down. So the orchestras continued to play
as waiters brought trays and hors d'oeuvres, all
fresh for the choosing. 'There is really nothing
happening here to worry about.' So you idled in
the hallways, commenting on the carpets and the taste.
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Everything was proper, as if placed discreetly,
perfectly, on some biology-lab table set to metastasize
the good and equalize the bad. Life as one sweet reason.
Life as one sweet season.
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Let us dine again at The Metropole.

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