The kid at the counter
had a zit-geist on his face
and I thought….
“Oh, how clever I am.
Mixing McDonalds, Dermatology,
Hegelian philosophy, and Dialectics
in one short phrase. Maybe I’ll be a part
of the anti-thesis.”

Then again I’ll probably
just get the two cheeseburger special,
jump back into my car, and drive the along the long,
boring stretches of I-80.

Ohio..
Indiana..
Illinois..
Iowa..
States that sound and feel like yawning
as they roll and merge
Slowly and clumsily
Like fat, old lovers
Not interested in pleasure

I Can’t suppress the urge to become blank
Only to recognize yellow lines
And exit signs
The police cars I pass
Are blank also
And only yawn an Iowa
As I speed through