DEVIL IN THE DORITOS
the chips
I am eating are
flaming hot
off the scale as
regards their
Scoville rrating
each chip not a chip
as much as shot
of concentrated flame,
chemical fire
calculated to build
up to a spike
and then
the endophins come
floating
first in a dribble and
then
in a stream, a tide of
feel good
a one with the Universe
though a
furnace is raging
you in the Himalayas, up
on Everest
about to summit K2
on every psychadelic music
record cover
a picture of nirvana
(state, not
Seattle grunge band)
and redeemed by the fire,
purged by the near
nuclear
(thing built
by Oppenheimer there in
New Mexico) a
picture of you
poems 2 die for 