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

"Iliad IIX"
 

    the parking spot

unbelievable, a little car, just big enough

to safely conquer the gutters over the storm-drains

outside COSCO in the SandCityMall, with a tough

looking face at the wheel, more guts than brain

slipped right in front of him, into his parking spot,

his parking spot. Dreams of editing this unfriendly guy,

to backspace after selecting the dot,

delete by simply inserting his two ton cruiser why

not over this plastic covered shopping cart?

The driver was wiggling out of the open door,

a big gal, in pain for walking was hard.

He left the deleting to his computer, sorry for her,

he wished she had had had a handicapped sign.

For her and her many chins it would have been wise

at not more than twenty-some-years her behind

was rolling like jelly on elephant thighs.

He drove around the block to find another

parking space.

In the store he saw her again, she wasn't

a woman at all.

He was now thanking his gods

that he didn't get into a fight with her/him

a life-size Sumo-Wrestler.    

<)-;

Disclaimer:

Any similarity fitting the reader is done

on purpose, names are not changed,

no innocence is protected.

May you wear the glass slipper if it fits

with royal pride and never feel hurt

by a fool's tongue sticking out at you.

 
  chapter  9