I never used to eat breakfast:
nerve damage from cocaine culture.
When it's time to eat, I mostly want
the throat culture, or Imitrex overnight,
a pink ecstasy, the Viagra, or plain old
alcohol. Our market has been very barren.
Eggs, sausage, potatoes, and a side of pig’s blood
is the snack food of the street. Taken with political coffee.
This 'oral culture' :
orange chiffon pudding recipe,
fresh chestnut recipes,
pressure cooking pet food,
maple leaf chicken strips,
and upset stomach remedy and jook recipe)
was eventually supplanted by a print culture,
which was displaced by couch potatoes.
Eat your damn cherries
and give me the stones.
I’m not made to live on herrings'
heads, as close to the animal
as dirt, same as Culture
with a capital ‘C’.
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