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
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:
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.
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