i am a very sensitive man
live in the horror of restaurants
those with those long salad bars
the celery are mostly quiet
it is the tomatoes that moan the loudest
broccoli screams tempest across the room
carrots bear the misery best
exists in a shredded mess
Vidalia onions chorus with the red
survival that aromas sweetly
from table to table
watching lettuce and cabbage
disappear down the throats
above the silent ears
that cannot hear
the cries of death coming from
the now silent salad bar
i stare down at the steak
solely upon my plate and ruminate
do vegetarian humans taste
like chicken
OKC 1/23
I want a freshly baked kaiser roll
Sliced in two with nice lean roast beef
Laid between so I can call it sandwich
Swiss cheese, tomato, Vidalia onion
(Sliced not chopped) with a dab of mayo
And horseradish sauce or hollandaise
Vinegar/salt chips and crisp dill pickle
I have no money or tummy only me
Alone with my empty ceramic center
Dangling on the rail of a high rise complex
Waiting for a breeze to push me on or off
I am a pretty pink vase so have mercy on me
No ferns or flowers inside for company
I am hungry for something good to eat
Curios but mostly epicurious in nature
Give me a sandwich for free as a favor
Perhaps I can pay you back on Tuesday
I can wish for something different
Vases have dreams too to fill the hollow
Lunch Country Style
Homemade cubed-steak country style
Vidalia onion gravy
Baby lima beans, Mexicorn
So tender, Yum Yum
Light white fluffy rice
Delicate
Smile!
What no room for homemade apple pie?
In the town of Vidalia, GA,
Lived a girl named Mahalia, they say.
Then a strong southern breeze,
Blowing in from the seas,
Blew Vidalia Mahalia away.
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