The foil of heaven is a Denny's
Chalk filled with dead old people and pennies
A bland waiting room for the afterlife
Patrons slather jam with a butter knife
Ghost truckers pass through for a cup of joe
Motel signs burn eyes with a neon glow
Strange figures enter with no human name
Creatures so weird only grand slams could tame
Why am I here? Great question you ask
I'm here with a very simple task
To decipher the meaning of this place
Denny's, a ripple in time and space
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
