Mother Supper Poems

Wine is the mother of all 
Bread is the son who made all 
Wine leaks through the gigantic wall
Bread makes that very loud call

This is...

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the heavy voiced female manager).....look stogolle: we have twelve hours to get the order complete.
so we are gonna share the responsiblity of the chore.
one of...

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LAST NIGHT WHILE IN A RESTAURANT,
I LISTENED TO YOUR VOICE.
I WAS AT ANOTHER TABLE,
BUT I WASN’T THERE BY CHOICE.
 
THE WAITRESS MENTIONED LOUDLY,
THAT YOU WERE...

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East west north or south which way should I go?
East West north or south, I just want to sing and shout
We have just had a...

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I invited my oldest daughter to dinner for her half birthday.
It was highly embarrassing when she wrestled me to
The ground for the check, and I...

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in this restaurant
I’ve never been
your hands are drier than mine
in your eyes the streets get lost forever
in mine they still have life

the brighter your face...

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Monday's Supper


The boy's heart dance's: 
a trance 
at noon. 
Then he yawns 
like a cock's 
crow,
with a thin smile.
Picking his teeth, 
wishing the night 
fell...

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You said you were making chicken salad but you made crab salad instead.
You tricked me into eating shellfish and in a few minutes I'll be...

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Pass the sauce 
show me the wine
Eden ahead
beyond this place of time

The plate is empty
No taste to placate
Serving only a small tab
A small piece of...

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