Cellos, glossy violins that the stage lights distort on
in sweet minor keys
always a melancholy melody-
percussion an undertone,
sound almost mute.
Brasses blown with soft puckers
almost singly invisible.
Brain unappreciative unless
some semblance of familiarity
to the arrangement,
look through the beauty.
2 o’clock in the well lit
Smell of cheesy scrambled eggs,
Sharp acid smell of blackened bacon.
We pour in,
Giggles and shoves.
Floor littered with snowflakes
Shaken from our scarves, coats.
The waitress with almond coffee bean eyes slides beige cups with slightly watery coffee to us.
One at the cornertable, a full five dollars richer than the rest, gets a pancake platter, slightly past gold color, not quite burnt-
While nonchalance, an easy smile
I feel wrinkling my cheeks while throttling my napkin under the table.
Hate didn’t have to blow my house down,
Initially, I only cracked the door to be polite.
The pitch was smooth and rapid, and I unconsciously
Relaxed the hold on the door-
somehow he glided in.
He brought up a variety of subjects.
Some triggered a bulging vein and a shadow over my eyes.
Somehow he never quite left, and the initial conversation we had
Spawned a wildfire in my blood, a neural groove that gradually pushes aside all others.
Simple recipe in
Praise, hickory scented criticisms
Apply a medium to medium high
And flavor, texture
Learned wisdom the skin
Simmering in autumn.
Mask upon mask
All applied with shaking palms.
Trial and error;
cosmetics, veneer settles-
though so easily torn.
Aimed at my heart;
Shield in place, but still
Jarred to the teeth
You walk in confidence,
Everything a surety;
Cast the shadow of angels-
Devoted to God,
Reflection of His glory
Makes you luminous, almost
searing my corneas.