New poems from w-i-p collection, "Less" #2
Two new poems from a potential new collection...
They’ve taken down the signs for lunch
‘Remember that Lobster Bisque in Bruges?
My steak that melted on the tongue?’
- and the handwritten receipt we kept, now lost,
as if that could ever be enough.
Ghosts on a naked blackboard.
Traces of Chef’s specials once chalked in a florid script,
the enigma of ingredients
a code no longer on the menu to be bro…