Wednesday, March 5, 2014

ROADSIDE EXPLOITATION

And I swear I don't
usually go 
in for that kind of thing!—but while 

driving along
at the 
height of this particularly 

lonely 
and slow-

going snow-
crusted 
storm warning morning—

at the sight of one certain
and highly 

suggestive—vulgar
and flagrantly
graphic old billboard—I could feel, somewhat 

specifically, my hitherto 
frozen-
stiff upper

lip start to quake,
and 
quickly—a moistening

and lifting
in my gummy thick soft-
palate—quivering 

in a perfect 
and uncontrollably-
tight choreographic tandem

with my poor pent-up soul,
which—
at once began leaping

and straining, 
frothing- 
mad at its pathetic 

little tether—choking 
and gasping 

and craving to fly fast

after the steamy 
and overly
idolized sight—of those 

totally stacked- 
looking—blueberry pancakes.

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