tim horton’s subconscious

i.)
what it says
coffee and fried dough \
spattering
like a hangover in church

eyes sunken afraid
of gluttony and overdosing

on caffeine, veins a shaken mess
each breath

frosts the windows with sugar

ii.)

let america keep its meat

we will give them starch

our bellies
a jiggling wheat field
refined into franchise

ventilated by cigarettes and ready
for famine we can live off his fat

iii.)

on the cbc they find tim
a young man

he lifted weights
had a six pack and a strong jaw

crushed the boards with his shoulders
his life in a car

i find his ghost succulent
buy its glazed versions and specials

one milk no sugar