Platitudes Diner

with a plastic spoon I dig grave yards from sermon quotes 
pretend

the man in the moon churns out chedder cheese …

ask ushers to fill doggie bags with 

cold french fries and pieces of old hamburgers while I greasily 

toss about yesterday’s manna… 

comb over my worn out hair and 

ask over weight waitresses to hand out half

baked menus of

platitudes 

…I smugly serve 

piews of hungryfolks and ask for amens 

from cheer leaders who drop quarters to hear 

yesterday’s songs .. from juke boxes called

Platitunes…

they follow my pied piper

dance to grave yards of 

over cooked quotes where I 

lace snow cones with

 tender hooks… they are 

afraid to call

regurgitated manna

food poisoning..and 

I know it.. which makes 

it easier to demand tips to 

buy platform shoes as i preach at

Platitudes Diner

11 comments

  1. HI Kae,
    What imagery! I was so into trying to analyze your poem, I’m not sure if when you spelled platitunes, you meant it or it was a typo. Don’t tell. It’s mysterious.
    Definitely intense. I read your bio. I am a teacher as well.
    Maybe you can check out my blog. I host 10 networking events each month where you could meet more readers for your poetry.
    Janice

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