Tuesday, November 29, 2011

It’s the house I had with Sally

when the
wings penetrate sandwiched
lunch and buttered wine.
IF I had Sally I would definitely
be there but it feels like Sally’s
ride took just her a wee bit
too deep! Whoops goes the baker’s
wheat-all dinosaur bread.
Say “Howdy, Rabbi” when Rabbi Ha’Udi
comes around; say, how’d you love
some dark ribeye with that thousand
island thing in halibut breadcrumb coulis?
Can I even oven that with cheese-curds, Rabbi?
Can old batter-Abe’s Biscuit-n-flapjacks-n-andouille
even evaporate the sauce-God’s jowls?