Monday, July 27, 2009

The Last Chestnut

Everlasting winter in the City,
Jack Frost's nipping at my nose,
Hell tugging at my shoulders,
Here's to the last chestnut,
Before I drop dead.

But alas,
I am saved,
By this wondrous chestnut,
Heat flows through me like a raging volcano,
The delicate, curious flavors entice me and astound me,
I am reborn.

The haunting hotdog,
The pointless pretzel,
The stomach churning churro,
Could be nothing next to the
Last Chestnut.

Rafael Joson

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