Nightclub Burger

I was hungry In the nightclub So I bought A burger. In retrospect, A mistake. A curiously tasteless mistake. If it weren't for the ketchup An exercise in texture alone. Even the vegetables, Crisp lettuce, Soft tomato, Leeched of flavour By stiff meat And plastic cheese. Halfway through it I reconsidered And yet still Persevered. Still I tried To reach an end. But determination failed me So I cast the meat away And ate the bread alone. Polystyrene tray With fragment Of burger On napkin. My stomach, Somewhat sick. [Magenta, 22nd January 1999]

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