Cafeteria Poems - Poems about Cafeteria

sallow confined to the shadow though his glance reaches across the void solvent so far in my averted gaze this man will not stop the sun falling on my face my air is purified, greyness swerves me salt cellars absorb his intention whilst I calculate my route to the door does he edge towards me? walls close in, exits recede the street...

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As I sat at the table in the cafeteria I was eager to feast on the food staring at me. I was oblivious to anyone around. A hysterical laughter caught my attention and pulled me out of my cocooned world. I looked towards the direction from where the laughter came. There were three men seated...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place at the table. This place is full of miserable, zombie-like sacks of skin. Can I go to the bathroom? This...

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Do you see the way she looks at me As she asks what I'd like to eat I'm not sure of what to say to her But was that just a wink? I'm not the only one standing here That m'lady wines and dines Yet another school year In the Cafeteria line You know she had me with the hair net Matching the color...

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I am a Cafeteria Christian, I am a Cafeteria Christian through and through, Are you? I am a Cafeteria Christian because while I believe it is God breathed, All of Christian Scripture doesn’t speak to me, Not all of it illuminates me to see my Savior as he really is, I quote Christian Scripture more than most, And yet it is love...

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Patiently waiting in a line eyeballed an wary harsh barking of subterranean cultures standing weary and inured to the rotten fug the rotten oxygen inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of the convicted existing like convicts...

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Company Cafeteria People right-handed carry their cups in the right hand. Left-handed people carry their cups in the hand that befits left-handed people. Whichever the hand all carry their cups elbows right-angled. Whichever the hand, all cups are at sea, adrift on an ocean of saucers. Donal Mahoney...

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Country Cafeteria in Shelby County, Illinois, 1989 The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way, hair coifed in silver gray, working in the Country Cafeteria. They walked like pastors’ wives as they bused their 20 tables. White badges on their uniforms announced in red their names, their...

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