June 2nd

This dear oven's called Excalibur
And it's got its own chicken stink
Sits right next to that deepfreeze
vomit, hovering low and pregnant.

Named like an Archie character
(there's a fallacy in direct address
All tried and true)
I heard he left here once
Left, like a mid-life crisis

But only to be the sushi guy
Still ready to serve at 7am
And sweet:
Dust bowl fish bait rolls
All full of pickled veggies
Slimy and
Chickenshit
With those fluorescents tuning up an A
Just a little too sloppy.

Came back to hide it in
the neat corners of whitebread crusts
Tucked right under the barcode
Not quite
Too much information
Or behind
the bucket of chickens lining up.

Demure,
Like all the dead white guys
Were right.