A note of thanks
however slight
for a glorious date
a sumptuous bite
once so romantic
I’m now a fan of
the all-night fast food
kitchen of love.
Aesthetics flourescent
thermoplastic desire
no need for a match
to kindle the fire
Anonymity, invisibility,
haste notwithstanding
our brief soireé was nothing
if not undemanding.
The reparteé outstanding
beyond compare
cannibalism, nihilism, realism
a treat so rare
communism, minimalism
existential insight
your grasp of the moment
anorexic delight.
Smell of burnt offerings
at the shrine of the one
gratification, quantification
multiplication of none
fulfillment of self
satisfaction replete
what more can I say
longing complete.
No wicked intention
no sleight of hand
imagined invention
so carefully planned
no stalking tread
on the stares of pretension
no backing down
to the rules of convention—
At the all-night fast food
kitchen of love
you showed me just what
I wanted more of
just dinner for one
why have more when there’s least?
I remain, a most gratified guest
of your moveable feast.
