I am lulled to sleep by my heart's beat I awake to a rhythm in my mind The same rhythm I have been seeking My soul, a rare drummer Pounding out a cadence A call to find that familiar rhythm One heart beating in tempo with my own Two drummers - one song A simple march, a soulmate's march
Four seated In a pizza place Sharing a pizza Cheesy and delicious New York style Talk between bites
Reaching for the Parmesan The table slides Hits one of them Right in the gut
Pizza drops Back on the paper plate Grease splattering Eyes wide Heads turn Bodies shift in their seats To see the sound Strange noise From the little table Table of four
Laughing it off All things resume They continue to eat That greasy, cheesy pizza
Talk of life Current events Bites of pizza Two slices left Split and taken Being eaten When...
Slide The table So killer Slides to one Hitting their gut Making them grunt
Pizza drops Heads turn Bodies shift Movement from all about The pizza place Eyes fall upon them
Laughter Then the table is fixed Repositioned Then the pizza Cheesy and greasy Is devoured Talk goes on All resumes
After a time The four leave Cleaning up their trash And leaving behind That killer table.
- Jay M November 28th, 2019
My mom, sister, my friend Cadence and I went to Bronx pizza the other night for dinner. The table slid to our guts twice, and we made a joke about "the killer table". So, I said I'd write a poem about it. Here it is. :)
“Mystic readers of the stars, In Land of Sleeping’s language versed, Consult the tales, those stories –old. And tell us, is the maiden sold?”
“Climb the tower, the fire pieces, Traverse the heavens, assign the path, Until the maze of tomes thus ceases… And mystery lost to art of math.”
This is a re-write of two verses from two different pages of the Tales of Miletus done in such a way as to capture a modern interpretation of the meaning being implied in the ancient version.
The Tower of Babel is translated in Sumerian as the, "tower," of the, "falling fires." It literally means the stars in a cylinder(tower) of the circular nature of the heavens.
Before man invented chalkboards he had sand but long before writing he had a nightly revolving teaching tool called the stars. Each star constellation contains modern letters. One contains half the alphabet and happens to visible to most of the planet year round.