BLANCHING THE PEPPER
Someone sits down to dinner,
while someone else sits down
for nothing at all. Dining on
dreams is the menu call, and
the waitress seems an angel
to be. It's all like that in this
land of dreams. I am hungry.
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Where is the batter that will
make up my meal, coating
my vittles with substance?
This too-thin gruel now does
nothing at all. I need a more
powerful something. In row
and row of booths with diners,
the little heads can be seen.
Through the sidewalk window
they all seem like strangers
to me.
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