ingest.

fair fare!
yuuuuuup.
pay the fare,
to gain admission to the fair,
to eat the fare.
duders,
you get it, right?
i'll skip the other twenty definitions and
homonyms and heterographs.
okay?
cool.
what i WILL tell you instead is that
the mutha-b!tch-lickin' flippin'
fryeburg fair kicks off a week of turbo-hottness,
under cover of a manure- moistening
fried food and sloppy dumpster-enhancing deluge,
today.
it's pouring rain,
but not on my parade, neighbors,
just on my new englandy gathering of woodsly goodness.
it's not fair!
awwwwwwwww.
oh, c'mon.
*
after work,
the borders are being crossed,
and we're forging east into maine-
we're gettin' week's passes,
we're wearing galoshes and wellingtons,
we're slogging through the weak-sauce,
and we are gorging our guts and gullets
on some serious chick-pea thunder.
fifty-one weeks i've waited for this.
a little baby b!tch-sap from the sky isn't gonna
be the damp damper it would like to.
that's word.
*
massive amounts.
that's it.
accept nothing less than too much.
it's the right amount.
to eleven,
and beyond;
never quiet, never soft.....