Posts Tagged ‘weight’
Sonnet V
As I’ve grown ever fatter through the years,
My weight has been unevenly dispersed;
It seems the region just below my ears
Is where the cellulite has gathered worst.
What started as an extra chin at first
Has uncontrollably begun to bloat;
It looks like a balloon’s about to burst
Beneath the skin that wraps around my throat.
But this analogy I can’t promote,
For there’s another much more apropos,
Involving wheat and salt and yeast and oat,
With onion-looking stubble topping dough.
So let us just be honest for a sec,
And call it what it is: a Bagel Neck.
11
05 2009
Fat Man on a Bench
that shirt
probably fit him
once
but not today
the cool breeze
slapping through the treetops
says hello
to his bare, bulbous belly
(but there is no answer)
he is busy eating a polish sausage
these sounds with every bite: labored breaths through narrow nasal passages, wax paper crinkling beneath pudgy fingertips, wings fluttering as attentive pigeons jockey for position (should some small morsel fall)
and then one does
the slippery slice of onion slides off his sausage, and drops straight onto his stomach
this, he notices
and as quickly as it fell, he scoops it up slurps it down and catches me staring at him
his revenge is swift: two hands encircle his shiny, oil-stained navel, one quick shake in my direction and he returns to his meal
he’s shown me his belly bagel
and deep down, i know i deserve it
he is busy eating a polish sausage
these sounds with every bite: labored breaths through narrow nasal passages, wax paper crinkling beneath pudgy fingertips, wings fluttering as attentive pigeons jockey for position (should some small morsel fall)
and then one does
the slippery slice of onion slides off his sausage, and drops straight onto his stomach
this, he notices
and as quickly as it fell, he scoops it up slurps it down and catches me staring at him
his revenge is swift: two hands encircle his shiny, oil-stained navel, one quick shake in my direction and he returns to his meal
he’s shown me his belly bagel
and deep down, i know i deserve it
08
04 2009
Sonnet III
When I was schooling in halls so hallow,
my pale young body was softer than now,
Name-calling bullies taunted Moo! and Cow!
comments I took to be somewhat shallow
I’d lie awake by the flick’ring tallow,
years of frustration furrowing my brow,
wanting to break free—yet not knowing how—
from flesh that felt like spongy marshmallow
These days such mem’ries seem irrelevant, my current physique is sculpted from oak But though I am strong as an elephant, a soft onion bagel still can evoke pain that propels me down on hell’s descent— to my old body, the butt of a joke
These days such mem’ries seem irrelevant, my current physique is sculpted from oak But though I am strong as an elephant, a soft onion bagel still can evoke pain that propels me down on hell’s descent— to my old body, the butt of a joke
