#Sausage – v4 #hotdog

Forget the frank, the hot dog -
Give me the Fenway sausage.
Lansdowne or Yawkey, just give me the street,
the crowds, the carts, the smells.
Sausage you shrug, you, the reader,
of this trifle, this whimsy -

What do I mean, me the storyteller? 
Read on, won’t you please.
 
Peppers and onions
tease the tongue,
bun and hot mustard
set the stage, the moment,
the scorched and blackened piece of meat
reminds me of every sausage, each one,
I have eaten before.
 
So much memory,
of family and fun
of ballgames, tailgates, and the carnie;
a cacophony of moments
dripping with grease.
Do you smell it too, sizzling,
on the smoky hot grill?
 
My lips curl with a smirk
writing these lines
as I laugh to myself
of the pleasures of excess
and the lusty gluttony
of eating. . . another one.
 

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Edited August 21, 2023

Sausage – v4

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/08/sausage-v4.html

edited December 28, 2015

Sausage – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/12/sausage-v3.html

(editing version 2)

Edited  September 21, 2012

“Sausage – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/09/sausage-v2.html

posted February 14, 2004

written May 27, 2001 8:54am

Sausage

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/02/sausage.html

 

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