We'd dined in Mozart's cabin
while eating ostrich burgers
catering to the good things
Austria has to offer I supposed
nestled beneath the alps capturing
a glimpse of this ancient fortress
surrounded by music and crafted
muses left over from the empty
bunkers why we found a nook
of gothic folklore and laughter
wholesome, vintage karma,
within the old baroque mannerism
clinging to the country side
entrance as Berchtesgaden seemed
to peek from behind the forest while
riding the Festungsbahn simply
waving back at the lively darkness
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
5/4/2022
Categories:
berchtesgaden, allah, gothic, romance,
Form: Naat
I’d prefer
I’d prefer only to eat things I like.
I’d prefer to eat only in Rye.
Only I’d prefer
I’d only prefer
I’d prefer to eat things I like, like pastrami on rye.
But I’d rather die than have to dine
On a burger with wine.
Just stand in line and count til’ nine and then
You’ll learn to lie.
Only I would prefer to eat things you like
To bring to a party.
It’s partly me and then again it’s never been a part
Of me to take it to committee. When the vote comes in,
the inventory can begin.
I’m counting on the part that’s good,
the taste of tea and vinegar.
I’d prefer to eat only things I like, despite your good intentions.
Sample this and have some of that, whether I like it or not.
I’d rather have gin.
My address went something like this, and then ended
Up in Berchtesgaden.
Everyone wants a lair, only his had flair.
Six, seven, eight: who do we get to humiliate? It’s alright with me as long
As gays can marry.
I’m lonely. But I’d prefer to eat what I like, only
There is nothing left.
Pass me your plate.
I’d prefer to dine
alone.
Categories:
berchtesgaden, character, confusion,
Form: Blank verse