A Case of the Munchies

A restaurant much like any other
Kind of lower end but that's expected
Not a crowd
More an intimate gathering
Like tastes if not like minds
Similar costumes
Some worn openly
Easy to recognize the colors
Others hidden under everyday clothes
Fifth columnists maybe.

Introductions easily done
I am protected always
My back never allowed to be exposed
Therefore I am quite open and loquacious
Not afraid to press a point
Or see an idea through to fruition
And happily I am allowed courteously
To expand My carefully rephrased diatribe
Sanitized for the general consumption
Acceptable fast food for the Lifestyle masses.

Strangely the topic is sex
How surprising and amusing
Not blatantly painted like a Picasso
More like a Dali with hidden agenda
Subtle terms like interaction
My personal favorite 'play'
Ruminations through mastication's
Much as a herd of intellectual brown Swiss might
Wandering in some hidden mountain pasture
Making desirable but bland dairy product.


Set a topic and let it roam freely
From mouth to mouth and table to table
Spreading like wild fire in a windstorm
To jump enormous gaps of logic and relevance
Distorted by a plethora of personal stories
Sinking into uncomfortable silence
Permeating the pregnant mass
The many listening and judging the few
Those voices carry through the mist
Laid by irrelevant partiality
To obstruct the flow of discourse.

It is a short step from there to Chuck E Cheese
From the fiercely academic to the surreal
But that was our singular journey
Made with ease via the dollar store
From intellectual banter on the nature of man
To the collection of manna from the masses
Highlighting the very nature of our state
That of prisoners within a goldfish bowl
Imagined to be somehow translucent
But actually entirely clear to view.


Captain Spalding is a part time server
Resplendent in clown makeup and khakis
Taking a small hiatus from his museum
Smiling and waving whimsically to the crowd
Preparing small sandwiches and flat pizza
Largely overpriced and under flavored
Sufficiently like food to get that title
But without reaching the full potential
Resultantly questionable as French Onion Soup
Confusingly topped with Italian mozzarella.



Unconnected you suggest with some authority
Pointing to non-divergence as if Philosophers stone
Forgetting that base metal can be changed to gold
By sleight of hand as well as magical incantations
The very essence of Disney or Hanna Barbera
Turning simple repetition into billion dollar fortunes
And illustrating the essence of control
Like a hidden bridge beneath the ocean
Connecting diverse ground and language
Easier than packing tape or even superglue.

God allowing devil to exist is an anathema
Yet seems he still sits amongst us happily
Tasting previous victories and provoking
Tales of malice and abuse that never heal
Each venue has its vision of tragedy
Of broken promises and shattered trust
Cementing a connection that is obvious
Homo sapiens is lost upon a stony path
Turning left can never lead to right.