Intrepid scout Mychal has so, so much love in his heart for Cypress Street Pint & Plate's Sublime burger: a juicy cheesy burger smack-dab between two doughnuts from Sublime itself. To express this undying adoration, Mychal has penned a poetic ode, in the key of Allen Ginsberg and the rest of his Beat generation ilk. It's kind of moving, kind of weird. Enjoy.
Ode To The Sublime Burger
by Mychal Stanley
They knew something before you did
can you hear them?
They took what was beautiful and made it perfect.
my first cheeseburger as well as my last,
each different, each delicious in their own way.
this is where my mind was opened
and the rickety cobwebs of the universe were blown away
as the crackling light of thunder boomed across the water
in a voice that shouted loud and hummed low.
my heart quickens into the steady lope of a gazelle
as my pupils widen into black holes of expectation.
This is the truth of a thousand artists spinning yarn into the void,
these are the scissors that snip the veil of reality to reveal something
true and right and pure.
a cheeseburger between two glazed Sublime donuts,
the knock on the door that must be answered
the guest that must be given hospitality
the chorus and the verse, the call that must be returned.
am not worthy, do not deserve the flash of light that
signifies all being coming into existence,
do not require the taste of heaven on my tongue,
it is there for me. For all of us. And so is Immortality.