Piehole

I anticipate the taste of the food
as I lift the fork to my mouth
because I can’t wait, even for a split second
to satisfy a desire.

“Anticipation is a smash-and-grab
of the near future,” says a voice almost
close enough to hear, were I to listen.

As I chew, the flavors lose all interest
and I scan the table to see what else
has been serve up.

“Desire does not want to have
it wants to
want,” says the voice
still trying to get through.

Stomach full, flecks of grease on my collar
I smack my lips like a sated pig, and go
lie in the mud of this unexamined life.

“We’ll try again some other time,” says
the voice, still determined to reach me.


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The Chameleon’s Dish

At Breakfast
I interrogate objects
for their hidden meanings
suspecting that everything is
a sham, though not to
the point of paranoia
I forget to eat

By Lunchtime
the objects no longer appear
as an organized effort to
accomplish existence, more
a plate tectonics masquerading
as real estate, a hint of confession
in the chaos yet not enough
to justify a declaration of suchness
I am, by now, very hungry

In Midday
my need for food is sounding
peculiar song-like drones
but there’s silence as well
like a cosigner to the deed
conspiring with a growling gut
this calling, this appetite is making
arguments that seem capricious
and I wonder if the eating
might not cause more problems
than it solves

At Dinner Bell
my stomach is a gust of craven mara
despot of my being, and I yield
ladle out some stew
sitting in the sand upwind
of the cook fire, where
all these elaborations dissolve
under waves of taste sensation
I know I must realize precisely
this, or I’ll have to get up
and do it all over again
probably, tomorrow

Come Evening
a pine branch pops
in the embers and the sparks fly
up, absorbed like nourishment
into the hungry black
belly of night

Title is from Shakespeare, Hamlet III.2 :

CLAUDIUS
How fares our cousin Hamlet?

HAMLET
Excellent, i’ faith, of the chameleon’s dish. I eat the air,
promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.

Alternate title: A Day in the Life of a Neophyte Yogin