. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hot Dogs and Nachos

Finally, and not soon enough, the last of the fabled Regal Series poems... And for a lowly, poor college kid working behind the concession stand at the movie theater, what awful, fetid, revolting icon better represents the experience than this wholly un-delectable treat? With sticky yellow fingers I wrote this down one day...

Everywhere you go
you can get hot dogs and nachos.
It’s only here that you can
sit down and enjoy them.
Or is it only here you can get them?
Or is it enjoy them?
Is it nachos at all?

Man, I’m having a ball just trying to
figure this whole thing out.
But that’s what life is about.
Or is it hot dogs and nachos?
A brilliant combination,
just hard to find –

Or can you find them easily?
Or is it just the hot dogs
that are easy to find?
Maybe it’s just easier to
sit down to enjoy them.
Or do you sit down with nachos only?

I dream in hot dogs and nachos,
in chili and cheese.
I enjoy them both,
but not when I sit down,
and I never
eat them here.


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