The Big Snapple

Snapple’s gone and done it now –
produced a “Go Bananas” potion
which, when mixed with Snapple “Peach,”

permits such orgiastic breaching blasts of an alternative
to ninety-nine ferocious Fahrenheit degrees
of global warming in Manhattan

(baking sidewalk –
baking air –
making psyches sizzle in its seize and glare –

that is, until a bare sip from a glass of Snapple peach/banana bliss
befell me and my city seven minutes, more or less, ago:
and turned us passionately wacko) –

it’s become the proof
of my contention that all life is sex –
no matter that a vast majority

do not progress
much past
its sly

preliminary wink.
To start to get the rest of it,
I would suggest this drink.


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