After JDick’s Corticle hyperbolia
Cult. of pop... Pop’s cult... a French store sign? Pink cream sodapop
in ’45, oilstained woodplank floor of a Mom & __’s,
dry ice feel-sniff from the
icecream freezer’s uplifted lid, boiling August early pre-glue hit
limp licorice red black fluted long in jars
Dad’s frosty rootbeer-liqued liquid
Smith Brothers cough drops
Weaned of…weaned of wieners roasted & other
marshmallowed sharpsticks stuck in a summerfire, pulled out fingerlickin’ foamy-charred
tyro-speck-niks
yanked latex, held’r housed’r hosed’r
darkblack boxed underbelly muffmoney concubed by a Picasso male-state
notation in tongue-languishing umbilical script
a generation’s goodgarbage thoughtfood for the next
beforeward ho
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