my favourite is the goat

the world of the heterogeneous desperate killer,
separates itself from the world of the
so called ‘normal’ way of life,
embracing many discretely and seemingly
unfair customs, of the drug dealers and
millionaires to the academics, old-fashioned
connoisseurs, impoverished young rebels and
wannabe rock and rollers

do you plan to dine on the Congolese goat stew
or the Scottish red-legged partridge?
the yam leaves in peanut paste with salted fish,
or the wild rabbit terrine?
we decide to go for a bit of everything.
this is a bar, restaurant and dance club where the
Democratic Republic of Congo meets the west,
and the west meets Congo, at least, that's the idea

at the other end of the pleasure scale is Majorca,
where many of the characters we meet gather
around a table at the bar,
watching a thin, dark haired, chica,
with huge reddish-ginger areolas,
do a strip tees for the chapter from
the Vallejo Transfers Five

the club is up an alley beside a train station
and we seem to be neither here nor there,
i am a bit confused, we drift between continents,
choosing from two simultaneous menus
goat stew and a Majorcan stripper

the most expensive dish on tonight's western menu
is cote de boeuf, at $42 for two, while the
liboke na mbisi (conger eel in marantaceae
leaves) is only $11 and the Majorcan stripper,
with the huge reddish-ginger areolas, only $50,
the conger is very good, but my favourite is the goat