Americanized Korma

Hip music played while pretty boys in black brought water and pushed the naan…..white table cloths and a fully stocked bar of bitters and Bombay gin in misty glass….this is civilized……

American couples of different colors texted during dinner while Purusha voiced what needed to be said: this is not Korma…..

There is no flavor… spice, the uninvited guest proclaimed, this is like a Pennsylvania Dutch buffet….where is the salt……where is the underlying hint of heat under the sweet, God smiled down upon him….

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where the good stuff is on Lexington Avenue…..look for yellow cabs lined-up at noon and one can figure out whose curry counts and whose has succumbed to the homogenization of America…..

The nice polite diners turned briefly to watch the needed lecture….then returned scrolling with pointer finger tapping away at absolutely nothing….

And this is what we’ve become…..a diverse country where everyone…..everything is the same, the madman proclaimed, God help us…..God help us, he shook his head, long black locks shifted….

No salt….no heat…….no garlic……no flatulence…..we are doomed….

Amen brother….Amen…..

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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