My husband and I had a pizza restaurant fifteen years ago. A wonderful place where scenes unfolded daily. The prompt at Read Write Poem was perfect for me to give a second look at some work that has been percolating in a notebook all these years.
two lovers
eat pizza
weekly
always order
pinot noir
by the bottle
mozzarella strings loop
around forks
feed each other
come in on saturdays
leave on wednesdays
table one
their nest
it’s thursday
lover one
arrives
sits at table two
orders a beer
one personal pizza
pays the bill
yells out
“gotta start a new life”
door slams
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
dog and I walk
through
stale cigarettes haze
loud music of
the neighborhood tavern
woman storms out
tall
black dress
her second skin
shadows
fella with
cowboy boots and stetson
her stilettos strut
hand smacks
the van as a drum
bellows
I
loved
you
you
killed
my
soul
dog and I
move on
dog
sniffs the ground
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Jone Rush MacCulloch 
The parts of the poems were delicious. I loved the
images and the short order of everyone’s lives. It reminded me of my days in the pizza store. Thanks for sharing.
I love the simple terse construction in these; the narrow form; the short lines; the abbreviated diction. It really heightens the irony given the calamity and squalor unfolding, and also fits the third person “indifferent” though not really point of view of the narrator.
I love the understatement in these.
Both of these pieces are very good and very interesting..such “slice of life” moments…and I can’t help feeling sorry for the guy with the small pizza and beer…Good Job!
Poetry appeals to all the senses…mmmm…the aroma of pizza!
I really like the second. dog’s a nice touch for distance
I like the way this two-parted poem outlines the sharp bifurcation of life lived and life observed. We see little eruptions of other people’s dramas. And while we occasionally feel pity or compassion, mostly we’re just watchers. Glad it isn’t us.
dog and I
move on
dog
sniffs the ground
Nice capture.
“come in on saturdays
leave on wednesdays”
That must have been one big pizza! :o)
I feel sorry for the dog!
I really liked the way the lives unfolded in the midst of Pizzas.
scrawled sheet of paper
What stories. What memories. Brava! More please.
What powerhouse images were birthed in that pizza place. I find such inspiration in knowing these pieces percolated for so long. The power of images!