two bucks a salty pretzel

19 Nov

we speak through underwater cables
like that shit at the playground
where you scream into the funnel
and your kid hears you at the other end far far away
and giggles back some incomprehensible request

from fifty-three hundred miles away
she says holy mother Teresa they have real food here
good bacon fresh bread tender steak and pretzels
hot salty gargantuan pretzels for two bucks apiece
pretzels everywhere on the streets
holy mother Teresa there’s life here in this city
people out and about drinking smoking talking living going to the theatre
moving forward into an ordered but blissful oblivion
keep your health sonny boy
so we can all gather back here where we started from

we hang up
i shiver from the cutting November wind
and go back to the machine
which eviscerates me that much slower now


3 Responses to “two bucks a salty pretzel”

  1. Ava Joe 19/11/2010 at 12:51 PM #

    This one makes me happy, sad, and hungry all at once. Bacon.

  2. Janete Cabral 20/11/2010 at 11:31 AM #

    lx…you are back…

    It has made my day :)

    great writing. as usual.

  3. Pruteanu 20/11/2010 at 8:22 PM #

    Thanks J

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