KO Catering and Pies

aye, a sunny eye
to wake up the sleepiest
koala i know

The Haven

if only all of
us were privy to a warm
shell of seasoned meat

Local 188

we share many things
(train rides, stained mugs, pickles, dreams)
but brunch is sacred

Bintliff's American Cafe

lust, feasting upon
the morning after; pink flesh
goads, succumbs, endures

Voula's Offshore Cafe

the lingered beauty
as you burst like a dying
star, a crying child

The Breslin

fry me, pretty please
in colors this shade of pig
with french-press coffee

Fatty Crab

whiskey chased by egg;
squid, short-rib, oh the comfort
duck fat in my pores