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deep pan
bbq sauce
cheese
hickory steak
jalepenos
chili beef
rashers of bacon
more cheese



supermarket boy, eyes as pale as the moon
face with as many craters
every weekend trapped inside a glass paneled bakery
the music you listen to is constructed from fakery
cheap cheery hip hop, sold by the weight
electro and rock developed by snakes

snakey industry devils in whos tunes you revel
melting your earwax with septic levels...

of volume,
of purity,
of what you should feel
stuck in the middle
you have stolen the wheel
the songs say love her, even through it all
the times she cupped your best mates balls
a fool, you glance behind the saucered
eyes

reflected on the glass your spots seem enormous
the mirrored glass is the thing that caused this

they can see you work they say
they can be involved in the process
you just flick switches and fuck with the voltage

baguette
baguette,
croissant... better yet

maybe you'll so doughnuts, put em in your pocket and go home
call Danni on the phone and meet her at the park

the doughnuts you made in the shape of a heart
she turns away with her face like you farted
an abstract description, but we know where it started
the beans for lunch and the eggs for tea
for you for her, its better to leave

rejected, alone, you move through the park
theres a hole in the donuts and in your heart