...I also write poetry that is all over the place when it comes to focus. Sure, a lot of it is dark, the themes veer from obsessions to addictions to many other off-ramps leaning into darkness. Dread is a favorite subject. Horror creeps into some, of course. And weirdness is threaded through many of them.
Occasionally, I need a break or assume, as I am putting together a poetry collection, the reader might need a break from the heaviness, while still keeping it weird and/or amusing.
Which brings me to Waffle House, a poem based on a true experience. Really, c'mon, for somebody just passing through the Southwest--Louisiana, to be precise--one has to eat at a Waffle House at least once, to see what it's all about.
This, my friends, is the truth about what it is all about. Vague as it may be.
Enjoy!
***
Waffle House
I
have no idea what she said
Menu
options spoken in an
Alien
language
Stared
dumbfounded as her lips moved
Its
lips moved
It
could not have been of this earth
I
nodded and said “sure”
Not
knowing what I was agreeing to
Anal
probes or a side of grits
The
woman sitting across from me
A
transient partner just passing through
Shrugged
as we laughed
The
outcome of our vague decisions
Still
up in the air
Perhaps
with The Mothership
Or
the Starship Enterprise.
Waffle
House, man
Good
for a hearty breakfast
In
the Twilight Zone…
***
I kid you not. That was one weird experience.
While I am here, I will remind you I have a new, expanded reissue of my second collection that is looking for your eyes to read and perhaps your pen or keyboard to type up a review. Here's the link. Autumn in the Abyss Redux - Kindle edition by Smith, John Claude. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
And here's Waffle House!
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