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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.
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| After dark, street vendors beckon— churros, flan, très leches cake to go. |
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| No more strings of darkness; deveining shrimp a newly acquired skill. |
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| Even a famous poet can't resist a tasty coco loco! |
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| Chico's famous, fabulous fish burger found at Pedro's, won't last long. |
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| Caesar salad while you watch him, Martin's hands blur anchovies and oil. |
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| Margaritas, camarones, huachinango caught today—oh yum! |
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| Hors d'oeuvres by Rico and Denicio hot enough to make you weep. |
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| Garlic delivery system perfection, pulpo lounges on platter. |
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| Every morning Ted gets up and brings me coffee in bed. No bullshit! |
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