Same as then, we eat third worlders in my country. Muy sabrosos.
At 12:06 PM 8/26/2000 +1000, you wrote:
>Boy! You wrote this in the seventies...what are things like now --
soylent green?
>
>Best Clayton
>
>Mark Weiss wrote:
>
>> Here are two very old fast food poems from my first book. They were
>> probably written around 1971. I think I've written elsewhere about food,
>> but I can't recall for sure.
>>
>> "Colonel Sanders" as an Auschwitz for chickens
>> plucked chickens as far as the eye can see
>> a mountain of parts on the other side of the showers
>> the place stinking of chicken shit
>>
>> and the accountants
>>
>> somewhere
>> _________
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>> I eat in Howard Johnson's because it gives me a sense of eternity
>> all over America there is one slice of pepper in the salad
>> all over America there is one blob of tuna in the salad
>> all over America there are two halved eggs and a quartered tomato in the
salad
>> somewhere in a factory an assembly-line turns out salads
>> computers have worked out the proportions of celery and mayonnaise in the
>> tuna
>> it's like the whole country was a giant prison messhall on a skimpy budget
>> so much for lettuce so much for meat
>>
>> along the highways of starvation
>> blighting the landscape of expectation with the discovery that it's all the
>> same
>> and even the sanitation is deceptive
>>
>> America stares at my hair across the counter
>>
>> Howard Johnson's suddenly I'm crying
>> the whole of my sorrow swells like muzak
>> the cars grazing peacefully in your corrals
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