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AFTER EATING A MONTE CRISTO
It was unaceptable for the diner to close in the pre-dawn hours
On Bastille Day,
So we donned our tricorners and carved the reflective boxcar
Into booths.
This is how we were hungry.
The young actress waited next to the ionized upholstery
And cracked the menagerie,
Two by two,
On the gun metal skillet, birthing plasmatic floes
Orphaned by the irresponsible Ice Age.
I ate a cannonball just then,
Smothered in imported Vermont maple syrup.
Garbage trucks pulled away from my toenails to the
Curbside wharfs. All the Krylon streets were sacrificed
In burlap sacks to the leperous guttersnipes,
Three by three.
It occurs to me as I wrestle a monitor lizard in the shallows
Of the watering hole;
The petrified street signs I picked from the apple orchard
Will never be posted again.
It was unaceptable for the diner to close in the pre-dawn hours
On Bastille Day,
So we donned our tricorners and carved the reflective boxcar
Into booths.
This is how we were hungry.
The young actress waited next to the ionized upholstery
And cracked the menagerie,
Two by two,
On the gun metal skillet, birthing plasmatic floes
Orphaned by the irresponsible Ice Age.
I ate a cannonball just then,
Smothered in imported Vermont maple syrup.
Garbage trucks pulled away from my toenails to the
Curbside wharfs. All the Krylon streets were sacrificed
In burlap sacks to the leperous guttersnipes,
Three by three.
It occurs to me as I wrestle a monitor lizard in the shallows
Of the watering hole;
The petrified street signs I picked from the apple orchard
Will never be posted again.