on pavements
i didn't spoon you
in my mouth
like seashell pasta
in my day-old soup
like appropriated
excess in
a consumerist
uber-concerned-only-of-the-profit-motive
capitalist society
have i tried soup du jours yet?
well, robots soon
shall make them
and marconi shall
still play the mamba/mambo
paper & recyclable bags,
all kinds of bagism
[littered] on the floor