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Capitalism, commercialism, consumer society, Counter culture, dream time, fast food, poem, poetry, satire, THE BEATLES
DRIVE THROUGH
“he hadn’t noticed
that the lights had changed”
life is
fast food
life is
a drive
through
life is
man
dressed like
a machine
flipping
a burger
was
meditating on this
when
clock stopped
and I just could
not get it
started again
upon which note
a philosopher of note
stepped
up to
the plate
pitched up to
give me time’s
brief history and
footnote to Plato
having reassured him
that from this inconsequential event
I did not, could not,
infer
time
was
dead
(albeit in a poem)
at which he gave me
that graven-faced look
(like Medusa
had set
eyes on him)
freezing all his ideas
into books of stone
ah, but
we will always
have the
dream time
to escape
contingencies of concrete:
not the
kiddy meal
dream time of
Wonka sweet rainbow
sprinkle and
sugar sparkle
everything in
primaries or pastels
creamy
or soft-centered
no, here I’m contemplating
the real Lennon-McCartney McCoy
of yellow Lucy submarine
in the sky
with diamonds and
a strawberry walrus
day in
the life
revolution number
nine
kind
of thing
