At what we call
“the natural food place”
I grab both good bacon
and organic agave nectar,
which I insist upon using
when I brew
strong black tea.
The cashier is vegan —
we’ve discussed it before —
he looks at first the nectar,
then the bacon: “Bacon
AND vegan honey?” as if
the cognitive dissonance
is breaking his heart and head.
The first thought I have in response:
I adore negation, cognitive
dissonance, cancelling out of terms,
anything that forces me to think
strong-crackingly,
like a polar icebreaker
in the grocery aisle.
The second thought
is of bacon dipped in agave nectar,
and of how damn good
that sounds.
Dark Matter 
March 24th, 2013 at 2:23 pm
Even though i’ve told people to kill me if i ever use the word “iconic” i love iconoclasts, which you surely are, at least in this poem. And i say, good for you. Those vegan storeclerk’s evil looks could freeze your eyelids off otherwise – i’ve felt some of those before and the sanctimoniousness in them is enough for me to want to join your baconfest! Right on, and by the way, Write on!