Best Gluttonous Poems
My heart is a glutton
it gorges on sorrow
it's like pressing a button
then BAM I weep til tomorrow
I am a miserable psycho
the things I love make me cry
my jealousy consumes me and I hope
that I can just die
These ideals I avoid
Perplex me most annoyed
So wrapped up in myself
Faith kneels down on a shelf
Lost beyond conceit here
This azure mirage sphere
Claims my journeys aren't done
Since trials have just begun
I let you down again
Rage abhors the brakeman
My blood denies its roots
While my consciousness loots
Belief denies assent
This foul bile shall ferment
Dissolving from within
Pasts fixed with a clothespin
Just what spawns this wild hair?
I'm still trudging nowhere
Hoping won't stop my slide
Staggering from bromide
Pupils reveal my loss
Those dots can't reach across
That vast gap in between
What my third eye has seen
My rods and cones race off
When truth and faith face-off
Behind suns where you hide
Outbursts lurk deep inside
Far too brilliant to face
In our system's crankcase
Blazes fume from passions
Ebbing holy rations
Prayers burn as they stroke you
From caustic residue
I don't deserve your trust
Since toxins sear robust
Holes within your design
And visions most divine
Dash from my open eye
Begging for your reply
Gluttonous and gourmandise
People are greedy for gourmet food
In a pleasing fashion
An exquisite taste
Pleasing the eyes
Soothing the taste buds
A sign of wealth and prosperity
Of course with no thoughts of
Poverty, epidemics, disasters and wars
On the other side of the earth
In their absence
We feel happy and satisfied
In every bits of our bodies and mind
With every bits of the surrounding
With every bits of the world
And with every gratefulness to God
Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs
deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed with dreadfully locked fear petrified
helplessly frozen as unsung hero(ine) twists
and shouts out for Godzilla (lame rival) to
rescue potential bite size hors d'oeuvre
buzzfeeding bottomless pit always housing
an appetite for consumption ready to eat a
horse so be calf full if daring to spring syrup
rise visit here, thee veritable wasteland, who
never knows beastial fierce savagery lashes
out to buildon kitchen midden reminiscent of yore
or Mayan garden variety primitive culture steeped
in human/animal sacrifices, the above iterated
summary approximating quotidian battle to escape
by skin of teeth (er dentures) this hubby dodging
hither and yon (considerably lame version, sans
all around mulberry bush...), thus right now
temporarily holed up within a rock and hard
place, since wife snoozing away before she doth
wrest remains of day lumbering to satiate her never
ending capacity to sock away (more like vacuum
up) every creature great and small, whereby she
swells up easily mistaken for lead zeppelin (many
a previous halloween with little effort donning
herself Das Hindenburg erupting flames for added
scariness), which ill affords this unlucky husband
to maximize tasting, savoring and relishing every
sacred moment lest any given instantaneous moment
find me in dire circumstantial straitjackets, I cannot
stomach enduring another moment remaining, NOT
blissfully married, yet acknowledge options limited
tummy, whereby as soon as possible being abducted
by aliens would be welcome respite, no matter they
may conduct numbers of experiments, which
happenstance welcome versus existence analogous to
fraught being swallowed into belly of beast similar
to Jonah and Whale...B-R-E-A-K-I-N-G...N-E-W-S...
J-U-S-T...C-A-M-E...I-N...meaning at long last no
more severe looming threats, albeit harmless hyperbolic
inane kooky "FAKE" poet, whew courtesy Moby Dick
reincarnated forever spelling reprieve from bonafide
blatherskite at least until team of emergency first
responders can risk life and limb to disable dangerous
golem (frightful enough to give King Kong heebie jeebies)
carefully crouching despite cringing with severe panic
attacks, and undertaking grave task to dislodge poor
(probably posthumous) poet wannabe, which inevitable
fate impossible mission to postpone permanently, BUT
with amount of skulduggery, HE WILL RETURN!
Survival of an ultra long week,
finally you see some light at the end;
Humor a little bit tongue in cheek?
Right now could be truly a godsend;
Up late in pyjamas watching cartoons,
always more than a little obscure;
Snacks like sweet meatballs, macaroons,
banana peppers, maybe soup du jour;
Brandishing a spatula around,
it quickly morphs into silverware;
Plates of the Midnight Gourmet abound,
all part of this gluttonous affair;
Box of crackers shaped like a bugle
filled with a huge dollop of spray cheese
lead to behavior less than frugal;
Stop adding the extra mayonnaise!
ALL of the leftovers in the fridge!
Ice cream with a caramel drizzle?!
What’s the reason for an all out binge?
I hope you have some Pepto Bismol;
It is such a spine chilling vision
to watch how quick you can devour
that new culinary creation
and keep going another hour;
There’s no off switch nor any limit,
the speed resembles the Autobahn;
You almost seem to be proud of it
as you open a second bonbon;
The clock keeps moving with a tick tock
as a potato grows on the couch;
Without a morsel left in the crock
sleepy shoulders are starting to slouch;
Quickly approaching a food coma
there’s no way to stop a rushing train;
Sugar overdose hitting plasma,
probably should learn to maintain;
It could wake you up in the morning
and keep you all day in the bathroom;
Up chucking with all that sweat pouring
you’ll feel like you belong in a tomb;
A face now soured a sickly green
seems to be turning a ghostly pale;
Leaving nothing left of the serene
that was there at the start of this tale;
Stuck in bed the rest of the weekend,
which wasn’t where you wanted to be;
Do not let this become a new trend,
to fall off the wagon easily;
It’s great to be fond of the kitchen,
but don’t become overzealous;
The gorge that started with a smidgen?
In hindsight less than hilarious.