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Frankie's Sunday Dinner

from Songs From An Apartment by Psychiatric Metaphors

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My dear friend Frankie called me on Saturday afternoon
He offered a dinner party for Saturday morning
The sort of thing you'd find in the sub plot of a South Brooklyn mob movie
I nervously agreed to his generous invitation

I arrived at the small garden cafe not 5 minutes after 6AM
When Franklin himself shouted down from the third floor apartment
He seemed to move without touching the ground
He floated and opened the large European style door
And curiously I entered the cavernous space
It was the sort of restaurant you'd see in an outdated comic book
Flat, unintentional
Distain for the guest who arrives late
Frankie rings the bell at 7 sharp

Professor Underwire has entered the room
Holding a rather large Franz Kline painting
"Dinner is served"
I hear Frankie leap 7 inches off his chair
At the very presence of the objects before us
A torn leather vest
12 small rubber keys
A photocopy of a mirror
And one small bowl of gravy
The nerve of Franklin
To present such distinguished guests
With such meaningless mylar sculptures
By 9 AM the dinner was nearing a close
I gathered my roll of caution tape
And wished Frankie the best in finding his lost cat

Oh dear Frankie
The dinner was divine
I hear the train rumble beneath us
As Miss Hemingway inquires about my strange leather shoes
"Miss, I arrived to this dinner barefoot, as any distinguished guest would
at a party such as this"

We sat down wishing the night hadn't started so late
Frankie turned to me and said
"Hey how about dinner this Sunday 6AM in the garden"
"It's been a long time since I hosted a dinner"
I looked long and hard at Frankie and asked
"What time is it again?"
"Almost 3AM" the doctor replied

Nervously from a dark corner
I heard the doctor ask if I had known where his mother was?
I did not
This isn't the sort of thing I expected when I came to this dinner party

"Miss Hemingway, Stop asking about my shoes"

As I surveyed the table
I started to notice that these were not people
Yet insects
Insects of a certain kind
One that I had seen before
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind

This was not the time for chatter
This was the time for petulance
As I knew
This was the end

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from Songs From An Apartment, released May 22, 2021

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