The world enters
She holds a plate
Bows to the table
Where you just ate

“Someone nice to fall in love with?”
“Yea sure, why not?”
It's been a heavy meal
Your stomach is wrought

Fork stabs at the corners
Breading, bland and bleak
You miss the previous course
This is all just lard and leek

But you asked for this
It's time to eat
You opted in
For something sweet

Are sweet things
Not enough for you?
Do you crave the heat?
Of spice and rue

Those rich delicacies
Made you shatter and break
Let go of them now
And finish your plate

What you get now
And all there is to order
A small, simple circle
With a felt-tip border

A pillow to sleep on
A jumper to wear
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you even care

A light to see by
A melody to hum
Flowers that creep
Between apple and plum

A meal that is certain
A modest, tidy pie
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you give it a try

merrily through this world we go
purging in every toilet bowl

I dug a deep hole with no way out,
I lost control there is no doubt.
My mind is ruled by food,
I am not the same who I am being viewed.

I ate or I don’t fell well,
Those are lies I frequently tell.
Check for a toilet before I eat,
Without throwing up I won’t be complete.

No matter how much I eat it has to go,
That is the only way I know.
Dizzy and tired all the time,
But stopping now would be a crime.

Other have it worse I am just weak,
If tell anyone they will think I’m a freak.
Living with a secret isn’t fun,
But damage has already been done.

With razor-sharp teeth, I bit,
Gnawing deep until I struck bone.
But hunger drove me past the snap—
I feasted 'til there was nothing left,
Only splinters and marrow and silence.
It wasn’t 'til then I saw the ruin—
And I wasn’t sorry I’d eaten my love.

What is beauty
Is it that perfect skin
What is beauty
But that perfect body
What is beauty
But happiness
But I give it the *******
The fact about beauty is that
It causes a walking skeleton of
Our daughter
The fact about beauty is that
Boys pump themselves
With steroids
The suffering that beauty brings
I see
Soon, I will have it the
*******

The mean old man,
he’s serving food.
I’m not a fan
of how he’s rude.

His angry voice
and bitter way,
give me no choice
but stay away.

I dare not feel
his rotten soul.
Such icy steel
just takes its toll.

If I avoid
while he prepares,
I’m less annoyed
in vile he shares.

And so I wait
for him to go.
And play with fate
I do not know.

Tuesday: **** was black and smelled of sulphur.

oh wait, this is my **** diary.

For those of you interested,
I'm indigested. Well, I suppose we're all indigested.

I'm off the water, on lemon and lime
and wouldn't you know it combined
with my strange state of internal affairs
to create a concoction that's up in flares.

They found undigested
gum and erasers
an unopened packet of quavers
several loose fillings
and an unopened pack of heavy duty nasal razors.

Alright I might be embellishing the truth a little
the situation's been fickle,
but my research mostly finds that
eating is the issue.

I never ate my emotions
I starved them
That's also an
Emotional Disorder

When I made it to work,
I thought about you
getting through the day,
pushing time forward
until it was finally time to go.
I had no idea what I wanted to eat
until the thought of splitting you open,
watching you sit in the depth of my fork,
did it for me.
A scoop of fried rice,
mixed with gravy
there is something so satisfying
about that first bite,
about savoring the moment,
readying the next forkful.
There’s nothing wrong
with wanting something
that wants you back.

If I spill any part of you
on my clothes,
on my hand,
on the table
I still want you.
I will still have you.

There’s nothing wrong
with burgers, burritos,
or any of the other places I pass.
But in this very moment,
the way these eggs, bean sprouts,
and green onions wrap around my tongue
nothing else compares.
Pressing my fork into your crisp edges,
watching the steam rise
I, um,
should’ve ordered extra