Ravenous eyes scanned the barren
moving portrait packed with spastic caricatures
babbling like inflated scoops of curdled milk
left over from last year’s sleep-over,
force-fed to him with a blunt and rusty spoon.

When he stood up
the pale sea of his stomach rippled like nauseous waves
from the rising tides of last week’s discontent.
And his culpable downward gaze rode upon an empty ship,
captained by a pirate-hoarder of odious loot.

His bare feet delighted in the seaweed
of green shag carpet left from years of fluctuating tide,
when a tepid plop of brain-freight struck his
balding crown like a seagull air-lifting an unsuspecting victim
a pasty gift from above.

Yet the living room started to spin
when his blundering feet lost step to