The Rise of America

Paean to Food Writing, or Why We Should Never Forget How to Tell Stories
September 20, 2014
Up ticks the rent of landlord gravity
October 6, 2014

I am concerned that I
sucked back four shots of black-as-muddy-pearl
espresso in my latte pie when suns came to
this morning—

And through a pallid parking lot, not two eyes
awake, I hauled—though traffic breaches
and mothers moan like Marley at the
crash of cancered school bells—

For you see, eyes vibrating and mind cocked sure
tho wits asleep and devil’s in the brew—
on a tuesday, first of fall, and success to do—
there’s no where else to go

but down.

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