I phone-in
my order
and before
I can
uncork the red
a man
on a Triumph
arrives
with a roar
and a grin
The pizza base
blackened
is done to a crisp
and painful to see
the salami on top
underdone
to perfection
tomatoey colour
and spiced added flavour
trails thick
We are building
utopia
collaterally damaged
but holy as hell
and sending folks back
to the stone pizza age
unending's
our quest
for the grail
With a glow
in his heart
and a backfiring roar
it's on
to the next destination . . .
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the image: somewhere in S. Tyrol.
stone pizza age. I like that.
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy of poorly prepared and speedily done pizza is unspeakable... yet, you have managed to give it voice. I weep for your culinary loss.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat and Vegahelp for the comments, the 'search' for a decent pizza goes on ;)
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