Random Acts of Poetry

Random Acts of Poetry

Two Fat Men

Benched in the park, not yet engorged,
two larded men grin and waggle their jowls,

each flaunting a prosperous planet
under his taut shirt.

Fingers plump as sausages
rattle the wrappers.

Sugar-stuffed, well-oiled,
these porkers chew over an amplitude,

savoring the aftertaste of some rich dish,
a luxuriance spread

and swollen to the pornographic.
Tired hearts must bubble

under useless porticos of flesh,
ticking off the days

of succulence and suet.
Meanwhile, a gaunt squirrel

devours each crumb that drops
from its copious heaven,

while pigeons strut and adulate
these insatiable Buddhas.