This is a POEM about a guy who wants to thank the creator of his favorite food.
Nothing goes better together than
tuna and mayonnaise
rye bread, black pepper, Swiss cheese,
who in the world
comes up with this stuff?
I wanna meet'm
on the terra cotta patio
of his ocean-side restaurant
on the edge of a cliff.
I want the wind to be warm
and I want to tell him
face to face that
if I could
I'd eat his sandwiches everyday.
So greatly cool. From the sublime to the silliest.
ReplyDelete