French Fries: Because I Love It

Consumed one at a time or all at once,

or shared with friends, the ones who've earned the right.

It's not potato wedges, mashed, or baked,

but golden strips called fries, ones eaten dipped

in ketchup, gravy, ranch, honey mustard,

sour cream, mayo, tartar, poutine, hot sauce,

with fried chicken, burger, grilled steak, kebab,

enjoyed by all around the hungry globe.

————

How would you like being

boiled alive in murderous waters,

then dipped in the thick-skinned oil—

so loud the sizzling 

of your flesh echoes?

Because I love it.

Portrait of a Robot

I feel nothing for you
I’ve known your cold metallic bones
The arms of steel that fixed my bike
I feel nothing for
Your rusted eyes leaking thick oil
And when you lost your legs and had to crawl
That annoying clicking sound of your heart
When you laid too close....
Last night they put you away
Maybe into the ground
What do I care I
Feel
Nothing.