Hunter/Gatherer

driving through streets of angst and apathy driving to the place where I can actualize my desire to eat a 12 piece bucket of chicken hunks smiling at the coo-koo bird with **** exposed the paper words speaking in a greasy cacophony that sings louder than the top 40 rap from the car next to me the all encompassing fried waft fills the upper quadrants of my olfactory facilities my pavlovian salivary stalactites are noteworthy in the rearview the napkins that won't suffice tonight whilst sipping new dessicated sanguine juice later I shall roll in the fractured bones and discarded cartilage with the glee of a lion licking the last remnants of flesh from the femur of the sleeping zebra driving with my portable fan to scent glaze those caught at the precipice of another uncomfortable intersection smoldering with the anticipation of another color it's night and my eyes work like the retinas of an great horned owl hookers flittering about within the shadows in the fashion of desperate hyenas eyes reflecting red to further emphasize the craze the urge/smell to press forward is overwhelming the distractions are fantastic the howls of maligned dogs echoes over the canopy of green neon I am the great white hunter bringing home my quarry and park this steely beast making its heart turn off metal and flesh move at different vibrations that only appear similar yes it is time to work the mandible with great passion yet with empty thoughts as the world outside the den makes the brain short circuit from its normal capacities other than hunting for the best family meal deal because down by the facsimile of a watering hole there are whole animal parts compressed into small and workable units