#frenchfries
mom, dad, i beseech, mayst i receive,
upon thy stop at the station of gas,
salted mcdonalds,
spi fingers, cen
ral and pa tri
toma sty ro
to flow uge
lemon tangos on the dewdrops of my tongue --
musky gold, the first kiss yet to unfold, without the panic
(where should i put my eyes?tooquicktooslow)
But completely unconditional, umami, unending glow.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Cradle the smell
Of french fries and quarters
Clinking their way
To the belly of Donkey Kong
The bowling ball
Slides and pins they hit
Coughing as they
Fall in the smoke-filled room
Dipping in ketchup
We salute the fallen red-ringed pins
As high scores fall and initials go up
Below the row of quarters for those to go next.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
In a world full of
Glamorized french fries
I am nothing more
Than an organic potato
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC