"You got supper waiting?"
The belly cramp
neck-high,
approached the threshold
of shark-like hunger
empty-handed
like a head of lettuce
spinach-green
under a soft-boiled cloud
in a grease-hot world.
Sticky fingers trap
donut despair,
plunging crumbled bacon
into cold coffee creamed.
Tragic tomatoes
get smashed
ketchup colored
still warm when
all human organs
heartburn.
Roast beef, then steak,
Roast pork like a fish.
apples, pineapple slice
eggs, elbow-to-elbow,
finger-covered chickens
squeeze melted cheese,
sweet and sour chops
chew gummy rice,
shredded crumbs spill
crustless
down the drainpipe
of the mincing factory.
A big fat wisecrack:
unless you icebox
and beat your vacant mouth
animal instinct can swallow
a civil tongue.