Wednesday, April 06, 2016



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.
No bullshit!

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