Monday, February 9, 2009

Sap Lungs

I have two poems up at Rain Fade.

Rauan has some nice poems up Eleven Eleven.
Here is a disfigured fraction:

Fire’s leaping from hill to hill, and my nerves are swaying
like seaweed. I have learned to die. And not to. My veins
are filled with milk.

Yesterday I heard a bird. Only arresting because I realize its been a while. Now I hear church music that turns for a a few moments at noon. It must be a short walk to the lectern.

What I really feel like is sausage rolls.

SAUSAGE ROLLS

1 lb. ground sausage
1/2 lb. lean hamburger
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. curry, mixed Herbs
1/4 tsp. mustard
1/2 loaf bread (12 oz.) soaked in water, then squeezed in a colander
Pastry - recipe follows

Roll out pastry. Mix all ingredients for meat together well. Arrange meat in a line the length of the pastry. Moisten one side and roll pastry over to make a roll. Cut into 3-4 inch lengths (or smaller for hors d'oeuvres) and prick top. Place on tray and glaze with milk. Bake 20-25 minutes in 425 degree oven.

2 comments:

Brendan Garbee said...

I read this and now must go get some lunch. But all I have are bananas, which are not very much like sausages at all. this is sad.

peter b. said...

I dig the rain fade poems