two headed calves

the vomit colored sky
overwhelms the horizon
filling the populace
with a vague uneasiness
a sense of dark foreboding
which leaves behind
the sour flavor
of rotten fruit
remnants of
calorie filled orgies
chemical spills
beneath the arches
gateway
to a new America
uncle sam with
a sixty inch waist
reflections in the mirror
of gastric manipulation
gone bad