Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad II"
 

  <-: 7:44 a.m.

a bubble bath
 

...while in the tub, changing thoughts
"What is this Computerese anyhow" he asked himself
splosh, splash,
not too long ago the Spanish had brought
slowly submerging, wishy-washy
their language to this area and
AUTSCH! Sleepy tearing eyes fighting (soap-)scum.
Mexican was now spoken everywhere
bubble-bubble-bubbling
excluding the pockets filled with
small waves accompanying the tide of
Korean, Chinese, Japanese,
the body a vessel of
Filipino, German, Russian and others
floating, grounded, floating, stuck
of Eastern and Western culture
leaving a dark high-water-mark
where once the bearers of the Spanish
just as the ebb lowers the water level
were making their lonely mark
he is rubbing his back with a terry towel -
having thoughts about the native tongue
ling between his legs
these Indians communicated in
and behind his ears
one hand on his scalp
he dries his hair.
 
 
 
 

  )-:  

...many vessels...