The Fanatic
By chant
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I'd had more than my share of knock-backs
when I strode into the latest gastropub
its baroque tables bathed by green lamps.
Leather menu, in fine print: fried calamari;
goat’s cheese salad; french onion soup;
wild mushroom risotto ... a blindfold
of choices. Dully I flapped off
a buzzing waiter. Babble, shrill laughter.
The crushed velvet suit opposite
was dabbing his lover’s lips. I lifted
my knife. One set menu for all
I itched to shout. Or boom!
Blow the joint. Beef carpaccio;
panko crusted fish goujons; baked clams
with garlic butter. I nearly stood up
spun at them this seat that had
sight of the restroom, gluttons,
hedonists. Come the next life ...
A power flicker, momentarily, the lamps
dimmed - a sign as I slipped out.
I understand you have a restaurant.
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Sometimes you just need a
Sometimes you just need a beer and a bowl of chips eh.
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Loved the flow and rhyme, and
Loved the flow and rhyme, and the brilliantly conjured images, eg. 'The crushed velvet suit opposite
was dabbing his lover’s lips'. I could hear the shrill laughter, and smell the atmosphere, glad to get out as the narrator.
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I agree with Bee - you can
I agree with Bee - you can smell the pungent smells of rich foods and the honking laughter of the contrived. Brilliant picture.
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Faux decadence can be
Faux decadence can be depressing, I love all the Oscar Wilde trimmings myself. Interesting voice, a fanatic, I want to know more about this character.
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