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

"Iliad IIX"
 

I watched him in the car's rearview mirror
out on the highway, hands white-knuckling-
-going-up-the-road and heading straight for
a compass bearing neither nor anything
and anywhere. At a shopping mall he parked.
There he got a box of DD diskettes on sale
and a software-program, down it was marked
seventy-five percent discounted as well.
Like a bone for a dog, for Sophia as a treat
he got souvenirs for her the box he loved
the screen, printer, mouse, speakers, all neat
inter-connected and into their spots shoved
creating a unique work-station, with extension.
At the door he admired the anti-theft shopping
device. He brought to the clerks attention
that it did not work. Management was stopping
him. "Why?" The manager asked then,
after searching his bag and pockets.
"Stupid idiot, it's not plugged in" he said when
ready to leave. Eyes rotated in their sockets.
He went right next door into a men's store
nude feet con sandals wanting socks his size.
Scanning the magic wand used to and for
reading the price tags from all merchandise
he vaguely remembered now, the difference
between a function and a formula
which performs a certain math circumstance
A function is just a mere function. Oh ja.
Spilling his credit cards on the surface
of the counter, while putting his socks on.
The cashier at the terminal without grace-
-period pointed down there "one by one
take these off!" she said "Them labels I need."
Around the counter she came in deed
comparing the ticket, on the floor she kneeled.
"Big feet you have" she complimented him.
She was, plumb, pretty and shopping, so she
Rosa said as they had lunch at Burger King.

Rosa showed him her French, her "I love
you and why don't we get married?"
...caused him to insist on Dutch. Whatever
school had taught her to kiss as she did
somewhere in New Orleans. He wished
he graduated there too...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  :-\ 01:30 p.m.

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