at table reading,
our minds most likely a cacophony
of invective, misery, and lower back pain.
There is silence. --
Usually amid the drone of listless
-- put an asparagus spear in your
the tables are urchin gray; the reader enjoys
eating in silence is all we can ever do
Jul 24, 2011
Poem: A Monk Reads at Table
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.