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"Junk-food" (by Joe DiMino)

Sometimes I think of the moon
As an instrument—running
Through the beams;
Strumming myself
A musical—
Happy theater I knew
When a youngster,
Relief from war
And street violence
(Hollywood once
Had also a higher purpose):
Prose and poetry
Once had capacity greater than shock-value,
Information, and trite beauty (like
Junk-food, tastes good—consumed
In a hurry for quick gratification—
But ultimately kills off even love
Leaving heartburn for a society)….

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