Today I'm to "write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food".
I've decided to do something a little different and write a bunch of American Sentences about an incident that involves food known as being in La Manzanilla.
The American Sentence is a haiku-like form of poetry first created by Allen Ginsberg and one that my friend Paul Nelson uses on a daily basis. They're snapshots of life as seen through 17 syllables. And because it's fun, I'm illustrating mine today with pictures.
|After dark, street vendors beckon—|
churros, flan, très leches cake to go.
|No more strings of darkness; |
deveining shrimp a newly acquired skill.
|Even a famous poet can't resist a tasty coco loco!|
|Chico's famous, fabulous fish burger |
found at Pedro's, won't last long.
|Caesar salad while you watch him, |
Martin's hands blur anchovies and oil.
|Margaritas, camarones, huachinango caught today—oh yum!|
|Hors d'oeuvres by Rico and Denicio|
hot enough to make you weep.
|Garlic delivery system perfection, pulpo lounges on platter.|
|Every morning Ted gets up and brings me coffee in bed. |