Randall Rogers

The Chowders (of Boston)

Back in the day
of the Boston Chowder
wars, the town chowder
crier had his way.
He tasted and supped,
blathered and bluffed,
choosing Manhattan
or New England for a
day. Nosh lines formed.
New England was creamy
while Manhattan held
a tomato, potato sway;
piquancy parsley red
versus a creamy clam
collusion. Alas! 
New England
had the territory,
Manhattan the pop.
Tastes vary, but the clams
understand.

 

 

Randall Rogers exists in the upper Midwest. He is co-editor of the Beatnik Cowboy. He is keen to attempt more poems about food. Possibly the metaphysical aspects of the nothing burger. Randall is finally acculturating to the First World, i.e., the core in any core, periphery, and semi-periphery world economic arrangement.