Take the measuring tape
around my waist
or alternatively
put a gun against my face
Its the same thing...
just
more discreet
As my torturous tailor measures...
four nights of burgers plus fries
half a pound of poultry
in the finest batter from Aberdeen
two sumo wrestlers
(minus the wrestling)
and a five stone barbell
employed for shot putting.
Fortunately
My stomach is
not yet perched
to be the rim of the world
that Coloumbus had measured
before he set out on the Santa Maria
Its just a plush plump periodic table
of chocolate and biscuits, and
the occasional soda that
endeavour to make up
my uniform mass
into noble gases.
In light as the feathers
that make a six mile pillow
and weigh as the pages
in the encyclopaedia Britannica
But when I measure myself
its not in the overcoat of Decembers skies
the accretion of bog water,
condensation levee in an air conditioner
causing the crushing humidity
to derail your lips for fine conversation
and leave us on impulse
with temptations pipes leaking
As if we are flirting
with eyes semaphores waving
No,
I measure myself
to possibilities of dreams
and weigh my balance
to beauty called kindness
'Fortunately My stomach is not yet perched to be the rim of the world' so many good lines, and was wondering about this 'As my torturous tailor measures... four nights of burgers plus fries half a pound of poultry in the finest batter from Aberdeen' how good must have been those fries :)
Thank you! , they were prepared by Scotsmen, the people that made famous the deep fried mars bar, of course its the Irish who really know how to skin a good potato!
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Its just a plush plump periodic table of chocolate and biscuits, Take the measuring tape around and measure the strength of words of expression, In light measuring self in dream or reality gives amazing sense. Very wonderfully presented poem shared.10