28 Nov 2015 – Sonnet
Back to the burger-black top bistro park!
Meat for the heavenly rain-charred hoagie!
Coniferous lettuce, dry needles, bark.
Deciduous rain-flooded drive-thru floaties.
Tryptophan fall-out, gluten-filled shelter,
leaving behind me the poisoned apples
hanging too low to refuse. What a welter
of hot triglyceride neon shackles!
Some say it’s better to eat them and die.
Some say life’s lovelier lived as a wraith.
Rain keeps on falling from out of this sky.
Some things in life just don’t care what you say.
Come meet the meat of the matter at last:
eating or eaten, the feeling will pass.