Love & Spare Ribs

August 16, 2010

Sweet and sour all

Over the table

Looks like a blood bath

It's not right-

Egg rolls served by

A white chick

But they're crispier than

Your burnt back and

My SNAP-able

Blonde hair

The paper lantern's

Light fades inside the

Ambiance

Where the black hole

Twists

Like the Chow Mein

Drowning in the CoAgUlAtEd

Red goo

We'll be here in

Fifty Years

Laughing &

Drenching

Won tons in the

Same booth where we

Learned about

Love & Spare Ribs