Dinner Talk. Poem by Graham Leese

Selfishly stuffing; I take the
Fat, pleasure and grease-
Convert it into vomit.

Cut the cheesecake into small squares;
Sliced skin reminds me of honeyed apples
Slimmed to hexagons. Grab fistfuls of
Hazelnut chocolate; I eat for the starving,
Choking on meat, deep fried
Fish flowing down my throat.

Washing down such pleasantries
With stomach acid, I crave.
Perverse thoughts involve precious
Danish pastries, poorly produced
Pâté and boxes upon boxes of Oreos.
I find solace with a cream reflection,

A drab and mundane yellow that seems
To underline the belly of this country.
I retch gracefully, my lips close to the toilet bowl.