Restaurant

Well, it’s a new place, said she, I’d rather not.

The reviews are good; yet a quiet evening,

I said. She said, yes, no problem with booking,

I’d just rather not; is that alright with you?


Then a ring percussed from the tall white door.

I opened it now to a man, a threatener

In a brown leather jacket with brown leather hair.

They looked at each other to tell what had passed,

He stared at the both of us, hands in his pockets,

She blinked first, and I spoke to the blackened beau.


What do you think of the new place in town

With its sparkling white décor and pulverised meat?

The newcomer meddled a grin of drugged slyness.

We’ll eat at that cool place called fury tonight.