Poem: The Tale Of The Chateaubriand

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Down the alleys of the Med. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

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The Tale Of The Chateaubriand

the tale of the chateaubriand

is the tale of 

Nou Palmeras restaurant, Estany Rodo, 1, 07400, Puerto de Alcudia

and the 28€ a person (minimum 2) chateaubriand

my daughter, 10, and i took

the day of my son’s 13th

and the meat came Catalan medium

which is medium rare English/Stateside

and it came on a grayblack slate 

and was 4 or 5 pieces of tender cow that had

certainly read the complete works of Rimbaud

while painting the assassination of Lorca

and it came with potatoes done as crisps to chips

this was the gradient

and it was rich and fecund 

and my daughter dropped out after 2/3 bites

so i feasted

on it all and by the close 

there was no cow left

Rimbaud floated again with the clouds 

Lorca was reincarnate 

and i was a Roman emperor

the love child of Nero, Augustus Caesar and Cleopatra

fat on the fat of the Balearic land

a sumo of the gourmand business

sated like i could and would never eat again 

except:

until: 

back through the doors of the Nou Palmeras 

out into the cool Med air to our table

came the waiter with another grayblack slate full of the tender as the night 

cow

and i ejaculated the following:

‘jesus, there’s more?!!’

my daughter laughed

my wife and son too

so i took up 

the fork

the steak knife

told myself i was still hungry

and got to

chomping again

and finished the beast off

while eyeing the door 

and yes, whaddaya know

back through the sultry Med eve came the same waiter

and as the night lit white

and she grew ever closer 

fear coursed as she took the slate away 

as i, terrified, prayed no more cow