Time to go to the Lentil Fest
with a big silver bowl
filled with chili for all
biodegradable spoons
made from potato starch
and a funny booth
that makes you pay twenty-five cents to race slot cars.
I'll go
and say hi to my friends in the beer garden
(which doesn't even have any plants)
and talk to the people
selling handmade bags
and dripping gyros.
The sun will fall
and the streetlights
will hum on
until the people dissolve into the night
like so many flies
when the meat has dried out.
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