FRENCH FRIES Just once in a while. They tastelike roller coaster or the crunchy skin of bumper car or the warm oil and salt of ferris wheel whose light bulbs soften the night. Somewhere Chubby Checker sings "Limbo Rock". His voice rides the humid breeze that bring french fries' scent. There's chlorine, too - the scent of July. Wow! a crack as someone's big brother does a belly smacker off the high board. "The Restless Wind" is a golden oldie. For lunch, guys get fries, hot dogs drenched in yellow mustard, onions, relish and lots of salt.And chocolate cokes, a gourmet treat to an eleven year old tongue. Don't forget coleslaw! Its mayonaise and vinegar leak all over the fries at Sun Drug's lunch counter. Boys spin on round stools, the way they ride "Tilt - A- Whirl." Dizzines! Whoa! They read of Superboy;s secret love for Lana Lang, his brushes with Green Kryptonite. These students of literature know cole slaw with your fries is very adult, and sloppy joes are more sophisticated than hot dogs, like cigs and black coffee in some guys' minds. They eye the ash trays and empty cups. "Teen Angel" dies again, and Pittsburgh lives in french fries. Just once in a while.
Paul Belz's Questions:
This poem is a combination of images that I remember from my childhood. I associate all these sensations with the taste of french fries. I'm wondering if it works for the piece to jump from one setting to another. Is it too erratic and confusing? Also, I've changed the line lengths a little from the original. The lines are shorter there. Does it work for them to be the lengths they are? In the original the pace is a little faster.
Thanks for all comments.