The Flavor of California

indifference breeds oh
i don't know not in-
difference more like
dyslexia dyscalculia dys
topia where in the distal
spatter nothing touches
you and you are land
locked in your own ex
cipient jelly quivering
for an exchange of flavors
lime, very berry, choco-
latte in time the metaphor
fades you remember where
it is and where you are
on the conveyor your nose
twitches "It's all good."