A.G.E's Joint

  I got an intergalactic call The helmeted one wanted to brunch With biscuits the size of his head Meet me in Taylor Square, Savannah, my friend An old hole in the wall hidden by Spanish Moss The greeter sings you to your seat While Louie rings through the Muzak. There's an old bookstore across the street Where we will work off the meal And find angels in the architecture.

Deep darkly I dream of Losing your dark nightie.   “Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled By dreams, each one, into a several world.”  Nostalgia and dreams of the past. The subject comes up in weird ways. Sometimes it's just a song: Or dreaming when TV only had three channels and no remote control: I tell you, it was hard work hauling my fat butt off the couch without spilling the popcorn. And the spilled drinks.... But today, it is food. Scanning Facebook (an addiction worse than heroin), I was directed to an article on "50 Foods You Should Eat Before You Die." A BBC rundown of the essential food everyone should have consumed, whether I liked it or not. I was pleased to find out I had eaten 46 of the foods, thanks to living in an area with an lots of recent immigrants and great restaurants. Most of what ate was delicious. If the Grim Reaper should come tonight, I should feel pretty fulfilled. But one of the foods that I...