a side order of machete

20 Apr

fast food genocide consumerism
is no way to stand in line.
the scoreboard lights still shine a
mercury never has checkmate.

the traffic signal blinks yellow.

she plays ruse.
he thieves space in gallops,
sprinting towards his grey abandoned beaches;
its petrified logs,
pebbles denting barefoot soles
contemplating french fry navel,
a telescope.

 

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2 Responses to “a side order of machete”

  1. kvennarad April 20, 2013 at 4:57 am #

    frites avec ça?

    Y’know, your absence recently hurt like hell. Somehow I managed without your poems, and if you need to disappear again I’ll survive again. But… well… anyway…

    • Steve April 20, 2013 at 1:04 pm #

      i’d be a fool to flee from the sound of “come join us.”
      yeh the echoes sting along this makeshift bar rail
      and ripple a while,
      but a trip to the woods is balm,
      is just a night and
      come day it returns me.
      thank you M.

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