A Poem Called Dairy Queen
Sometimes when you go to Dairy Queen
to blunt a displeasure of the spirit,
hoping to be entranced by the
America of it all
A Crew Member will make your
Choco Brownie Extreme Blizzard
with chocolate ice cream
instead of vanilla
and fuck it all up
Kwik Trip Liturgy
Large black coffee and a breakfast sandwich
$20 on pump two, oh and a pack of Marlboro reds, please
It's the same thing every day
the cashier knows my name
they smile, and say "See You Next Time"
when I leave
They say that to everyone
I pretend it's just for me
Target Parking Lot or, The Longest 8 Seconds
Beneath the flickering red moon
Plastic red broncs escape their bucking chutes
Chased down by pick-up men
I think they call them Team Members
Bottle blonde in the back corner
Belt buckle undone
Riding bareback
Delta Connections dba SkyWest
a pale new sun eats the dawn
wheels on tarmac, briefly
Embraer E-175 floats on
to foreign and exotic lands
like
Dulles International Airport
A Business Trip
Drinking armagnac and eating crème brûlée
in the Ritz Carlton Tysons Corner
Charge it to the company card
I am the king of fools