Wednesday 2nd June

JOHANN SEBASTIAN:

Now this is weird,
The man who used to be young produces an empty peanut bag,
And starts stuffing newspaper into it,
The bag’s too small,
But he keeps on stuffing,
The bag splits,
But he can’t stop

(K)

Sunday 30th May

THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME:

You get up and leave the table,
Then the room,
The door makes the sound of a wining dog,
The waiter wants my signature,
I feel cornered,
Alone,
With just enough to be polite,
The piano player’s playing in the other room,
Everyone is happy

(K)

Saturday 29th May

HALO:

When we came to go you asked,
“Should I leave a tip?”
Which said a lot,
As you had been a waitress,
I knew the seriousness of the question,
And asked what you were thinking,
“Not” you said,
With experience on your side,
We waited for the waiter’s back to be turned,
And slipped out into the night

(K)

Friday 28th May

IN THE GARDEN:

Was the food safe?
Or did he give a sign to the kitchen?
Plates appeared,
Through a small hatch festooned in photographs,
Of men in hats stuck with feathers dancing,
Like a shrine,
Had we stumbled through a hole in time?

(K)

Thursday 27th May

TRUE LOVE:

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

(K)

Wednesday 26th May

NORF AN SAAF:

Young men in hats with feathers burst in,
And danced between the tables,
Out of time to an accordion,
Everyone clapped along and smiled,
We thought it was awful,
Soulless,
But none the less,
They passed the hat,
Like a scene from a Hammer Horror

(K)