| Big Mac
Sacrament
Then Lord, let this egress of meat from its moon-like borders
do more to Americanize me.
O slushy soft things between my teeth, lend me citizenship.
~our
passport to a thousand happy islands
O easy mastications of the new millenium, can you
hand me more of that.
~yes,
pretty please, yes
DriveThru girl, DriveThru girl
all headbound in electric bondage, whisper thru me
the crackling intercom.
~O
yeah, we DO want fries with that,
we
do, O yeah
Learn me the true intent of every
clinging sesame seed.
~bowed
down to & bitten
~bowed
down to
O taste of breadsoft integument tearing.
O fat fiscal feast and flared nostrils.
~red,
perfectly repeated in small packages
~red,
perfectly repeated
Humid inhalations of an incalescence beyond
mere barnyard.
~pasteurized
salve of efficient flavor,
soothe
our souls
Thy starvelings of Uttar Pradesh love much brighter
reds and yellows, they hold this ground flesh holy.
~content
our insides with its consistent life-paste
~content
our insides
Thy veg-heads of Boulder C-O hold it apocalyptic,
fearful of their own inner meat, their own drippy ketchups.
~O
perfectly repeating red
~repeating
red
Thy birds & bees luffing about on ultraviolet draw
to all arching reds & yellows, inside
the orange tells their internal modems to fly
with your message.
~O
Iowa City Iowa, do feed us
~Feed
us, O Cedar Rapids, do
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