food

of all things i think of out in the world that it would be nice to buy. anything, everything.

even at home, food never leaves me:

beer

whiskey

cheese

eggs

steak

chicken

pork

something new

something old

linguine with clam sauce

dark chocolate

i guess i just get sick of the same things: salad and a loaf of bread a day.

this is no way to live.

how much protein can 59 cents buy you

not much. at least, not in this city.

thought i could get some beans or something. got to have something like ninety cents.

guess it's just a rich man's world.

at least i have enough to make some bread tomorrow.

Poetry of the every day

Tilapia, beer, french onion soup.

The everyday is inherently lyrical--the poet brings it out.

what need have i of this world.

lamb, eggs, cheese if i need it.

coffee. tobacco.

roster sauce.

lamb chops.

succulent. medium rare. grilled.

and mint jelly, rosemary. wine.

mashed potatoes, with the skins, with gravy made of droppings and wine.

pearl onions. some with crab apples around them, sautéed in butter.

coffee ice cream with pure chocolate and butter.

some skin and fat roasted for the gods.

well, one can wish.

dinner

so, meeting the brother man for dinner. he's coming here, actually.

we're going to hit this korean place down the road. awesome. they do barbeque, but over real wood, not gas.

i don't know why, but i feel the need to be totally honest here. i guess it has something to do with being anynomous, and we all put up with so much bs out there in the world, so many lies.

Anyway, i don't know how well i succeed. but i try.

anyway, hope you're well and talk soon.