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the point.

in the great history of commerce

there must have

at one point been a truck

load of milk mechanically suckled

by machines in chugging glugs

off bloated udders

 

and at the same point tons

of honey harvested industrially

from swarming workers

stored in vats

stacked at the back of some

huge juggernaut

 

pointing at each other at

the point of

gluttonously sputter speeding

on toward heft-hauling

highway impact -

and both drivers snapped

 

that freeze frame money shot -

them shattering

through to promised lands

of milk and honey

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May 10, 2015
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