I have a restaurant in my head
I have a restaurant in my head
It opens the moment I wake
And closes when my mind shuts down
On the menu:
My past flushed, flashed across the board
Present swept at all times
And future— a dessert deserted
I take no order
But I serve what I can offer
I do not order
But I am served what I don't deserve
On my tables I offer what I deserve
I close my eyes
And I see the silhouette of him of many
He who sits, silent beside me
Who tunes the fork
Orchestrating the noise that surround me
Of the people, slippery
As they rain on all fours, on all floors
No face they reign
No doors to escape and close
The constant chatter in my head
They come again and again
For I give what's best
In this restaurant beyond me
In this restaurant behind me
In this restaurant inside me
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