there's nothing quiet like
an el niño diet -
                which is what
         currently plagues this land -

binge...
       binge eating...
      up to 30 strawberries
in one go...

   straight out the fridge -
eaten whole (inc. the calyx,
penducle
   & epicalyx)...

did i say 30, in one standing?

yep...

simply drinking water
to rehydrate after a heavy
night of drinking
is not good enough...

plus:
            concerns about
the amount of meat eaten as
closure to the drinking -
and the respective... ahem...
****...

    reinvigorating
              bowel movements...

washed them?
    nope...

                    as if any ravenous
predator seeking
   satiation from flesh, sinew,
marrow and cartilage...

eternal emblem of summer...
  and come to think of it,
the strawberry's
   achene pressed upon
my lips...
         must feel like what
a woman would call kissing
a man's cheek, "riddled"
                   with stubble;

that's as trans-gender as
                      you're going to get...

but god,
   what an awful day -

               the day when a hard wooden
floor became more appealing
   than a bed,
    more comfortable,
                  and a stretched out hand
with the bicep and tricep
  as a cushion for the head...

and then again laying flat -
   skull to wood,
    where somehow the gap between
the occipital
                   bone and the spine
bound to the back
                  wasn't bothersome...

if this heat continues
     for the next (supposedly) 16 days?
and if i was rich enough?
   i'd think about doing
       a michael jackson in reverse.