The Thinking Back Buffet
dipping jumbo shrimp in my clam chowder soup
becoming lost in thought when i did not even have a collection of pennies
water fountain hunting was my very difficult means of survival
everything turns yellow in my visual view
spots and polka dots lead to a tunnel so blue black dark
when i come to, my right hand ends up in a toilet full of soggy, used toilet paper
my hand dripping pungent toilet water on the floor, i stumble to the sink
when i wash my hands, my reflection in the mirror points to my red eyes devoid of adequate rest along with the rest of my body
my words are slurred and my self esteem is a clogged pipe dream
i walk out of the store and back to my car where i collapse while blank-faced
rather than wanting to die, i yearn to get away
however the constipated monkey on my back keeps me here
all my wishes have turns to mush by way of mallet
startled back to reality somehow, i feel the warm, freshly made clam chowder soup dripping down my finger
after gulping it down, i take a big bit of my honey buttered yeast roll
i stifle a cry that i feel coming on
i find motivation staring excitedly at the mexican rice and the bourbon street chicken on the other plate
the lemon cream pie does not look too bad either
now i never forget to count my blessings
growth while getting older is like water refreshingly forming icicles on the ribcage
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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