Thursday 27th May


The waiter had a natural gift for averting his eyes,
Every time I tried to attract his attention,
But eventually relented,
And took our order,
Cracked loosely veiled jokes with every flick of his pencil,
The room was loaded,
Faces bloated,
Like paintings on velvet of clowns


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