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At the Main Street Diner,        “the special for down-on-their-luck poets”         An orange square of processed American         A double-flop of baloney         A dollop of mustard    Placed between the right and left-hand justified         slices of life. The waitress winks at me :)        “You’ve got to eat,         especially knowing your habit         to take-out rhyme and reason.” So, I order an appetizer        cheese-whiz and crackers,        believing in poetry        that searches for the perfect belly-ache.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
POET'S SPECIAL
At the Main Street Diner,        “the special for down-on-their-luck poets”         An orange square of processed American         A double-flop of baloney         A dollop of mustard    Placed between the right and left-hand justified         slices of life. The waitress winks at me :)        “You’ve got to eat,         especially knowing your habit         to take-out rhyme and reason.” So, I order an appetizer        cheese-whiz and crackers,        believing in poetry        that searches for the perfect belly-ache.
First Published in The Main Street Rag - Winter 2019 Edition
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brian-pilling
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brian-pilling
64/M/Massachusetts
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
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