"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Pushing Wasabi

Photo: Isadora Gruye

It was a little trippy
selling self care wasabi peas
to a county raised on chicken fried,
but once I pitched everyone could use
a little fire in their biscuits they started
planting the mouth burners on every road
not timeshared by weeds.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

12 comments :

angieinspired said...

So creative Susie

Martin Kloess said...

A fire in our imagination

Gillena Cox said...

new taste, but street food, holds its own allure

much love...

kaykuala said...

a little fire in their biscuits they started
planting the mouth burners on every road

Once there is acceptance, then there be a flurry of activities from those who will jump on the bandwagon. Very much so Susie!

Hank

Isadora Gruye said...

Susie, far out, man. This is such a wonderful poem. The story, the voice of this is just sooooo impressive. Well done and viva la!

Mama Zen said...

This cracked me up!

Fireblossom said...

You schooled 'em, girl.

Jim said...

Nice, concise, Susie. I like the fire in the biscuits competing for weed. I am not street knowing of all that's in here though.
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paulscribbles said...

so creative

brudberg said...

It's far from being chicken eating that wasabi... so very creative.

Margaret said...

Quite the sales lady (and creative to make this look so easy!)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent! Loved the idea here!

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