09-24-2012, 05:29 PM
If the traffic bothers you
take a right at Wednesday
there’s a tunnel just on six o’clock
to get you past the hump
If you squint, the lights will suck you up
and vortex-whip your hunger
while your drive-thru brain scatters
to half past saccharine
and nobody passed the syrup
Eat the fluorine gateau that coaxes
nine-to-five frostings
from the throats of marbled loss adjustors
drowning
downer popping dimorphs
brake
just to see the rosy glare of left-behind
it’s black again
and back to front, the world explodes
to Saturday and forty years
from where you turned
it’s almost rest
almost home
and gone
take a right at Wednesday
there’s a tunnel just on six o’clock
to get you past the hump
If you squint, the lights will suck you up
and vortex-whip your hunger
while your drive-thru brain scatters
to half past saccharine
and nobody passed the syrup
Eat the fluorine gateau that coaxes
nine-to-five frostings
from the throats of marbled loss adjustors
drowning
downer popping dimorphs
brake
just to see the rosy glare of left-behind
it’s black again
and back to front, the world explodes
to Saturday and forty years
from where you turned
it’s almost rest
almost home
and gone
It could be worse