Friday, October 06, 2006

OctOpOwrimO etc.

No Tell Ro*Tel
for Alex Battles

By way of a certain unusual
sort of penance: I hung a sign
on myself saying “Gone To Hell”
where “Hell” is a place without
canned tomatoes and “Gone”
is me all the way there, without
anything “To” make my dish
less yellow. And here I sit
in my metaphorical blindfold,
with my hands (maybe) tied
behind my back; my last
cigarette is a toothpick
(a paragon of good health
right up to the end,) but what
is that muttering? Are they
laughing at me? [strips
off actual blindfold, starts
throwing punches, discovers
no one is there. Heads
for the kitchen to dig
around in the refrigerator.]


Blogger Reb said...

Dear Shafer,

I like this poem very much. Looking forward to more.


11:41 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Nice poem, need to go back and take another dip.

Can't have expats sighing for Ro-Tel. I can ship ya some if it's queso you're after...

You like the variants, or the Old School Ro-Tel?

Seriously -- if you want some, I'll be out all next week but can ship some next weekend...leave me word on my blog and consider it done.

11:45 AM  
Anonymous Donna K. said...

Nice work Hall, nice work.

4:51 PM  

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