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Arby’s roast beef sandwich is delicious
or so proclaims the blinking marvel that
has no end.
(The strip is appropriately named, methinks.)
W took a vacation-
hopped on a bus hoping never to come back-
so in consideration of the
death
of W, what was once Waffle House may be
thought of as an
Awful House.

The golden fries do not taste
as good as they once did; the golden
arches,
along with
the golden gates of Heaven,
have been melted down and sold
to a certain
CA$H FOR GOLD.
We are still not happy.

Pleasure moments unfold like
beep-beep-beep
and then our hearts give out and
the drone is eternal and then-
only then-
we realize
there is something deeply wrong with us.

 

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whir whir whir
whir whir whir
cicadas in trees
in my ears kicking
my eardrums
heavy artillery
revolving machine gun fire
boom! rat-tat-tat-tat

plop! they go
down,
gravity wins.
the rain goes plop
plop plop and their
wings can't hold the
weight of the water or of
the world.
plop they go.

marching we go through
fields of bodies,
theirs and
ours.