The Waffle King Dreams

Universal Unisphere

of International Delight

geisha girls

kabuki white

dancing with fans

in a flutter of silks

in a paper house

walls like milk

my sister and I

perched on a flight of stairs

going to nowhere

fighting

for a 007 sixth finger.



It's a small world

at the World's Fair

GM's Futurama

IBM mainframes

AT&T picture phones

promise us a future

we will never see

a past we never knew

extruded plastic brontosauri

made before our eyes

and keep under my pillow

for years to come

tail chewed

and twisted

into a pale green pig point.



The night is filled with man-made stars

bombs bursting in thin thin air

under waters dancing

red and white

playing the blues

downbeat

reflected

in watery pools

in limpid eyes

in hands held

in arms around waists

a kiss on the cheek

a brush of the hair

hips shifting

full

fertile

fragrant



sparkling bright

pieces of light

shards of glass

litter the floor

shattered

scattered



i stand shoeless

naked before you all

but if you're born after

July 14, 1977

you are white trash

that's it!

Sorry!

That's just the way it is!

(That's what the lady said).



And in the middle

of the night

of the light

of the dancing water

of the enlarged goiter

of the broken glass

of the hand on the ass

of the brilliant designs

of the future divine

behold the waffle

the Belgian Waffle

the Golden Waffle

that permeates my dreams.