Friday, May 10, 2013

Still challenged by poetry: Discomfort City

I wrote this poem as a poemed response to myself about tacos. I hope you enjoy. And I hope you live and laugh and love.

Discomfort City

I also wanted to mention that I was heading to Discomfort City recently because, and you won't believe this, I put too much spicy salsa on a taco. Here's the good news, the second taco? I didn't put that much spicy salsa on it. And you know what? I was ok. Imagine! Just like that. One taco sends me to Discomfort City but the second is Joy in a Taco Shell. And that's why I love tacos.


  1. Vibrant. I can feel your unabashed love for Tacos. Sorry if there was a hidden meaning, but only thing I can see is that you're ready to suffer for what you truly love and it's the realest, most potent form of love there is.

  2. You hit the nail on the head, Ben. And sometimes it's a simple, and true, as that.