By Chad Hollis
Tempest comes and I’m at the drive-thru
with a chocolate shake fixation
of course the burgers fucked up
as usual but who’s surprised
Headlight flickers on a bumper sticker
Jesus something and I don’t see
why the messiah needs to advertise
unless they’re booking seats for
the Second Coming
Everything’s a little strange
the fries are hot and the carbon
monoxide guides the cars with
pheromone predictability
One way to the ant hill and
the picnic is over
Shifting gears and the rain
is fucking the window
Light exploding around me
and I’m laughed at by
a thousand humping prisms
Glass shattering, Fist constricting
around the erupting chocolate volcano
metal ripping through my flesh
my life flashing before my eyes
And I know I’m supposed
to be regretting my sins
but I’ve seen this rerun
before and I can only wonder
how they forgot the Goddamned straw
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