Wreck

1.

I made a midnight snack-
just to make a wreck
of myself. I place it

on the table, near the
cellulite of my paunch.

2.

The bowl of soup,
cream and crouton
is pipping hot- and

how dare it stare
at me; at my paunch.

3.

Tantalus, I begin
to know your predicament.
I could nearly

taste you (Oh, supper!)-
my glands are at work.

4.

I remember the days, where
I could bite on
my mother's breast;

I needn't worry about figure
then- it was her concern; not

mine.

5.

To think I'd be tortured tonight,
by my greatness
as a mathematician,

is ridiculous. But
what appears more

ludicrous;

6.

the logic far less rigorous-
I take that midnight snack,
to make a wreck of myself.

(it is how)
I take that midnight snack,
to make a wreck of myself.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 12:51 am