I've yet to find my way in this life's path,
so maybe now's a good time to stop short –
Not to give up, or turn back – that'd be death –
but to look around and maybe hold court:
I've held sway at sweaty diners where the
stains in the aprons dignify like wounds
on warriors: cotton cuirass healthcare,
however, is much safer than joust rounds:
And therefore wiser – and in the kitchen,
they even have squires, whores and wenches
to serve queens and kings eggs and bacon
(From up across invisible fences?):
Just a vision of a route I was on
I'll tip the waitress, and I must buzz on.
urbansonnets 