Restaurant OFeel
Posted on: 20/9/2021
This evening
Nobody home
As usual
So I eat out
Ready to try something new
This time maybe my last
At Restaurant O’Feel
A nice warm place
Extensive menu
Every emotion
Afraid to tranquil.
‘What you want’ they ask,
‘What your worst’ I say,
‘That will take a while’
‘Alright I will wait.’
Then I look around
As the guests arrive
Alone or together
Giving their orders
Mostly pleasure
Peacefulness or joy;
Others wanted adventures
More intense their choices.
Down on them I look
For those thoughtless creatures don’t
Or pretend not to
Know
Out there
Never a place
Where, by a perfect bond,
Feelings are vital
And Life emotive.
I know I must be feeling arrogant, but I don’t.
And I wait for my dish
As they finish their servings
Of artificial feelings
Their faces go blank, their eyes wander
I know
They are trying to grasp what just happened
And cope with what is to come-
What is waiting
Out there-
So wide a gap.
I know I should feel pity for them, but I don’t
Then
As I patiently wait long hours for my dish
Something strange happens
I fall in love, again
I did not fail that competition
My cat did not die
The mob don’t hate me
Hirers don’t reject me
I did not say those words, ever
A million scenes invade my imagination.
I know I should feel joy, but I don’t.
Here is but a false milieu,
Their dishes fake and meager
Against the world
Out there.
Restaurant O’Feel
A shop for trying out Feelings
Without suffering or enjoying Life
Or a fleeting sanctuary
From too much of Life
Then
As I wait long hours for my dish
Impatiently, something strange happens
The roof cracks and falls down
On restaurant-goers
The kitchen combusts
Screams and the smell of blood fill the air
Along that of burning flesh
But my table is spared.
In the cold misty air
Out there
I’m the lone survivor
And justice undone.
I know I should have some feelings, but I don’t.
Then I know
My dish
The worst of Restaurant O’Feel
Has been well served.