Realiticana

December 4, 1997
(last edited on April 7, 2006)

I look to the left of me,
and the room is abuzz
with tables and peoples and food.
I look to the right,
and amid the glare of the reflected light,
a much more pleasing sight greets me;
tables, half-there, sit in the middle of sidewalks,
streets,
a tree raises up in the middle of a table,
the people casually stroll through the underbrush,
someone to the left comments that it's too
expensive,
cars driving appear, at a glance, to be
swerving
to miss the tables
and their patrons, but on closer inspection
are revealed not to care;
they plow throught all of it,
and the ghosts do not even bother to
shimmer.