He Thanks You

i will probably come back and edit this one. wrote it in a flow this evening and am done looking at it. a look at overindulgence in metaphor.


Where portly hands gather,
     may the trap be set.

To ensnare bulging fingers,
     bloated with greed.

Waiting, your predicted taste
     Gives your smell away.


                    He thanks you.


See the eyes, see the claws
    Tinged in red.

Discard your prize to waste,
     Collect your scattered parts.

Flee in fatuous folly
    Revive bones caked in apathy.


                     He thanks you.


Alas, your  retired legs, atrophied,
     Cannot outrun malice jaws.

Weighted steps signal imminence;
     Your lungs expiring.

Choke on your stertor.
     Crumble in your lust for air.

                      He thanks you.

Putrid breath upon your neck
     Triggers only basting.

Precious flesh is ripped aside
    What plangent pounds will save you?

Teeth grip a sloven heart,

     Releasing blood you never earned.


                       He thanks you.


Glaze your eyes with nothing,
   Roll them back inside your brain.

Gutted and groped,
     Filleted and forgotten.

Snarling corpulence, victorious,
    Digests ironically.


                       He thanks you.

                       Thank you.