Thursday, January 19, 2006

Cornermarket Shrink

three years i've been going to the same gas station
and i get the same hot dog every day with the same chili
they change it every other day and they replace the hotdogs
once a week

and i've said the same thing to the attendant every day since
she never hears me anyway
sometimes i do change the word order of the sentences
and i count the number of words to equal the amount of
dollars i pay for the hot dog with chili
but she hasn't noticed yet or if she has
she hasn't told me

it's sort of a sad exchange of money for food; soul for redemption;
eyes for a blindfold; legs for a cane; heart for a soulmate
and yet

it's the most relaxing part of my day
so 'one hot dog with chili' it is

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You would change the word order of the sentences and count the number of words to equal the amount of dollars you pay for the hot dog with chili...

I think I get what you're saying...

I think I like this one...

It is interesting to write a poem about hot dogs at the corner market as a metaphor for life, love, and all that stuff.

9:50 PM  

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