Better or Verse - "Big Gulp"

[Ed. Note : primary writing done last winter. I made a good deal of solo late-night convenience store runs, replenishing my caffeine and sugar levels and occasionally shaking my fist at the security cameras and silently imploring, "WHY! IS! THIS! MY! LIFE?!" Every poem I've written since the age of sixteen has included at least a touch of goofiness. For me, the seriousness of the medium well-nigh demands irreverence. If I ever find myself in sequiny black-tie regalia, you'd better BELIEVE I'll be mooning someone. ]

I am become a Paul Westerberg song
Destroyer of self
And not all that easy on anyone else

These emotions go like Bubble Yum
And occasionally beef jerky
(What I mean to say is,
they stay in the mouth
tediously long
before you work through them
or just spit them out)
Mindsets you can purchase at 7-11
Don't tend to be terribly healthy

Of course I turn in,
Turning outwards just turns you
to somebody else
I'd sooner cut to the chase
and disembowel myself
(bleed out in non-foods)
Disgorge a quart all over the floor
(knock some Meox Mix off the shelf)

There comes a time
(being twenty-four-seven, we're ready)
When the primary things
lighting up your eyes
are fluorescent, polyethelyne
and words apparent even to the cashier
as the laziest of lies
Given three minutes,
given an eternity
The burrito and the tender spot
Lukewarm, piss-poor
Nasty, babe, but steady