Menu in my hand,
I want everything and none.
Waiter taps his pen.
When the evening sun is slanting,
When the crickets raise their chanting,
And the dewdrops lie a-twinkling on the grass,
As I climb the pathway slowly,
With a mien half proud, half lowly,
O'er the ground your feet have trod I gently pass.
Round the empty house I wander,
Where the ivy now is fonder
Of your memory than those long gone away;
......
Occupied
when he unzipped
to display his sizable
stimulus package—
Silent questions bloom,
smiles hide the storm underneath,
truth waits,undefined.
below the billows
listen to the siren’s song
place your fears to bed
Menu in my hand,
I want everything and none.
Waiter taps his pen.
Twisted thoughts creep in,
smiles worn like borrowed costumes,
truth lost in the fog.
World melts at the edge,
truth and lies trade silhouettes
behind fogged lenses.
Painted-on laughter,
everyone loves the circus,
till the mask slips off.
Whispers in the hall,
your laugh says two things at once,
I still can't decode.