The B

He came for the special big bucket
Of popcorn he’d seen advertised
Each piece dunked in butter
And said fuck it I’ll stay for the movie
A giant insect battering cities
Sunk in his seat his hands covered in gunk
The caterpillar whirling and scattering punks
Who’d tried to brass knuckle and buckle its leg
He smeared a fistful of morsels to his mouth
Police cars and ambulances it was taking out
There was a chance he was reaching the bucket’s bottom
Cramming more in, the caterpillar shattered pillars
Hopped on a tank then backed off to chewed at its top
He maneuvered his tongue over some kernels,
The last of the corn, city an inferno
Chucked the bucket and went for the exit
Feeling he’d missed something in all of that chewing.