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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The drive-in: 5 of 31

The Happy Meal Window A murmur and I pull forward A breeze knitting through my fingers It's a pleasant day to taste America. Got to calculate the distance So I don't have to reach Too far In the wait, I have to think That there's a world without this Without cellphone napkins And clocked-out words Without sanguine jingles And Coca-Cola monarchies Without your late night Kama Sutra Firebomb fantasies Costarring your boss Without serpentine playpen revelry And plush nuclear flashlight cushions Without paltry conversations And poultry flavored tenures No. With skeletal children Smearing rich ...
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