they've come to the restaurant again on a rainy day they know it's empty and I think they're right
cackling european families scheming to build old thrones tight-knit friends sitting back to back they don't like others seeing their food
the land of cannibals tucked away beneath deadbolts behind blank faces and the uncontrollable mind
listen to the rain that trembles the concrete seeping into the valleys that wash the land
they sip the salad as quiet as before
the grey cloud that lingers showers spores of corrosion I'm through with this window and I'm done looking at you
your heart is made of mold, you cough it up it eats from the inside
they sip the soup
corner seat for two by the window overlooking the street enjoy your view of the weather it's quite nice this time of year the space heater is right behind you so don't put anything flammable next to it
squinting eyes as dust plays disonant chords on black eye lashes
the rain has turned to snow and the snow to sand now the east wind whistles and grinds the faces off our delightful characters it drills into the bare skulls and shriveled truths hidden in festering brains
a healthy tip buttoned coats and out the door
a mirrored reply relatively nothing
this salmon is fantastic he will say the chicken is excellent she replies
main course has arrived