Friday, December 26, 2008

Is that the Brass Elephant?

Fusion food at its finest.


                                Tonight’s Specials

My name.
Is Ricardo.
I will be.
Your server.
Before we start                                      Stockinged toes intrude.
I will describe                                        Not my wife’s.
some items                                             Maneuvering.
not on the menu.
We are offering a                                   Calf.
lemon                                                      Thigh.
vodka                                                      ...
fettucini
done lightly                                            Hand inches under fabric.
in a splash of virgin
olive oil over ...                                      Lace pantied expectation.

as an appetizer
or an entrée ...                                       Marinated in hope.

brushed with
almond butter, grilled ...                      To imagined perfection
                                                                at the end of every
broiled ...                                                fingertip landing
baked ...
sautéed ...                                              simmering skin
appetizer/entrée                                 Cajun barbecued ribs
eightfifty
singed flamed crushed                  her husband
strained mashed boiled                             my wife
burgled werst vork tel                  sprinkled with
walgrus hortense panopoly          seering passion
weasel bandaid refried ...                           or just
hot and sour ...
new potatoes                       on the side.
   

1990/1997

2 comments:

Laura Lee said...

Owl Meat GreatestGame,

I think I read a scene like this in some Harold Robbins novel (The Carpetbaggers?).

Your version is much more literary. And effective.

Owl Meat said...

Why thank you LL. This is all just crap from the vault. Presented with minimal self-loathing for entertainment purposes only without regard to quality.