Tuesday, March 20, 2012

OpenLinkNight: Taking a joy ride on a front scoop loader

photo by lesteph

a man on tv takes a hotdog,
wraps bacon a-round, rolls it in flour
& deep fries it

he puts the crispy pound of flesh
on a bun & loads condiments
    grilled onions, mustard & ketchup
               are just the start
   
i can't help but think
     i am watching a suicide, live
& at least he will die, with a smile on his face
     but what about everyone else

or is this just about pleasing your
                                                 self
& whats good for me is good for me
i don't need all that responsibility
                                            ---on me

& she's in the hospital again,
as she is every other month, all the weight,
enough to seriously harm her legs, rests
on the tawny haired boy sitting next to me
passed around house to house
                                    as he waits to see

if this is the time she doesn't come home
& what's he to think? at twelve what is left
when---

and before you think i am picking on the obese
or start spitting excuses, please
     i could list any number of ways we are killing
     ourselves, just to please our self

pile it on
      pile it on
            pile it on
                   shovel. shovel. front scoop loader

but that matters little to the tawny haired boy,
who's sick to his stomach with worry for his mother
so i cut the tv off, pull him up from the couch
    & we go outside to catch
    the last bit of sun,
          before it goes down
         
before it goes down
              one more time.

OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - where it is all about poetry---nah really its all about people---willing to put pen to feeling & thoughts---no matter their skill witht he verse, so write...write...write something and come join us.

133 comments:

Jannie Funster said...

It is really sad to think of those killing themselves with too much food. I'm not sure what the answer is. Exercise?

Wonderful perspective, as usual, Bri.

xo

darsden said...

Wow, Brian, ever so true and we do in many ways kill our selfs... Powerful my heart hurts for the children so alone and pushed from place to place.

Laurie Kolp said...

That's sad because it's so true... they are all forms of addiction. My grandfather used to always say moderation is the key, and he could do that.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

Oh this is so true and so sad. More and more and MORE of it...but it is easy to SAY "lay off" or "quit" but to actually DO IT when the inner hurts fuel the fire to injure oneself to the point of illness or in some cases death.

We all have our selfish vices...

Daniel said...

Each of us has our scoop loader filled with stuff that pull us down. Food, pornography, hatred, negativity, overwork, anxiety. I could keep listing them out, but you get the idea.

Gloria said...

So sad dear Brian and is true but I dont know what is the answer, maybe think more in others than in themselves, but if you think sometimes is difficult change habits:(

kaykuala said...

Fast food,obesity, pile it on,the food I mean. The joy is in the eating and slowly dying.

Someone said recently, it would help if you reduce those mired in blood for a start ie red meat, burgers, fish (some may disagree here!) and pile it on the vege. Vege and cereals if you can.
Heard all these before but just ain't doing it yet! So said many!

Hank

TALON said...

I can't help thinking they're just filling a void...as we all do with various excesses, I think.

sage said...

True and sad and I don't want to throw stones 'cause someone might just throw them back, justifiability

Valerie said...

I know I've lost a little weight because the clothes fit better. All I did was cut down but some can't do that, emotionally they are tied to their addiction. Has it always been so, I wonder?

Teri M said...

So sad...but I don't think the answer is changing laws. We need some sort of nation wide eye opening approach to addiction.

tera said...

I'm with Daniel: it's not just bad food or no exercise or too much drink. It's anxiety and stress and working a job you hate and not having enough money and family trouble and the political state of things and the stupidity on tv and...
well, you know.

But hey, it's Tuesday and the first day of spring.
Although it's snowing here. Blah.

Anne said...

This is such a good example of how poetry is relevant in the modern world. Addiction, be it food or chemical substances, is a big social issue today and you've dealt with it beautifully.

Betsy said...

oh yeah...we could put a number of things into that space...obesity seems to me a little more accepted if you don't drink, smoke or do drugs. Isn't over-eating the vice of the Bible Belt? ha. It's a killer just the same as the other stuff. Self control...why is it so hard? It's wrapped in selfishness I'm afraid...putting ourselves over even the ones we love because we love ourselves more.

turtlememoir said...

wonderful poem, Brian - and oh, I feel for that boy...
food is just another way we kill ourselves - some eat too much of the wrong stuff, others starve themselves (anorexia) or gorge & purge (bulemia)... why? (if we knew, we'd be somewhere around the first step to a solution)

Slamdunk said...

Each of us has the "bacon hot dog" or an equivalent in our lives. You'd think after all these years I could learn to deny self more often?

Sorry to hear about the library typing--ours is not easy to concentrate.

hedgewitch said...

Food is just another addiction, and it comes from the same sense of self-loathing and misery as all addictions--I have pity for it, and in some ways, it's my own addiction, too--but I do see it as an ethical issue where no one is helpless--excellent write, brian--you are at your best when you bring your perspective on the vulnerability of the young into your work.

Madhulika said...

its so sad :( :(
Not sure about the answer :(

Manicddaily said...

Oh, terrible -- front loader is right, and so awful when they are human. The hotdog description so vivid--and the little tawny haired boy too. K.

Sue said...

Addictions take so many forms, don't they? And in one way or another, they do kill us.

I am printing this poem out and putting it on my refrigerator.

Or maybe I should put it by the bread box.

=)

Shawna said...

"or is this just about pleasing your self & whats good for me is good for me i don't need all that responsibility on me" ... Ouch. A message for the masses; alas, I am one in the millions as well.

Love the "pile it on" section.

This goes deep:
"but that matters little to the tawny haired boy"

Love the creative reworking of playing "catch" ... another wonderful write, Brian.

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Claudia said...

i went through a few addictions in my life...and there's always a deep hole behind each of them...one that we think we can't fill otherwise...a great write brian about what addiction not only does to us but also to those around us.. my father came to my mind when reading it..i think he knew we suffered and he suffered as well...but there's no easy way out..i can feel the angst of the boy...really can..

stu_mcp@hotmail.com said...

So true. Fast food everywhere....people not taking responsibility for what they put in their bodies- loved how you talk about those tv programmes like televised suicides- hard hitting but somewhat true - in the UK those kind if programmes are getting bigger and bigger all the time- its like it's glorified. I was amazed last time I visited the US what a consumption machine it is.... But the again....that's what humans do isn't it....consume consume consume. It's sad seeing h children as you say...in fact- your hole verse reeks of fried food and sadness....loved the flow as always- love how this just rolls off the tongue- no BUN intended- damn my jokes are badass- ha ha.... Great work a always

Joanna Jenkins said...

Big sigh... My heart breaks for the 12 year old. He must be so scared.
jj

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"before it goes down
one more time."

Hi! Brian...
What a [very] sad poem...yet an excellent read and write [to reflect upon]...Because you can replace the small child with any young person [with any young person] that have and will experience that situation in their life.
Tks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

The lack of security for that little boy is really sad.

chromapoesy.com said...

You remind me of one of the many reasons I don't watch television. It seems that the culture indoctrinates, overwhelms, and destroys sometimes. You always make me think and I'm sure this comes as a real shock: I enjoy thinking. Thank you.

Geraldine said...

a lot of people fighting flab and yes, killing themselves with each big, bad scoop.

this is an important message written with your usual poetic flair.

Sad but true...

Pat Hatt said...

Yeah it's amazing
How many think it is okay to just keep grazing
Chewing like a cow
Or eating the thing rather some how
Eating a little here and there will be fine
But going the whole nine
Isn't going to end well
Then the fast food joints don't like that as it's sell sell sell

Tara Miller said...

This is a heavy poem today - addiction and the effect our choices have on others. Something we know is all too true but like to ignore because it makes us feel better - is an escape from whatever stress or issue is in front of us at the moment. I feel sad for him and the insecurity I know he feels and doesn't know how to deal with.

I think in bringing awareness to this we have hope that things can change if we choose to think of others first....

Daydreamertoo said...

In all my years I've learned that many of us have addictive personalities, whatever the addiction. It is still an addiction. I feel for them all. The woman probably eats due to something else lacking in her life but yes, the boy, how sad for him.
Any addiction affects not just the addict but, their family and friends too. (As I know all too well) Gosh you have such a way of getting right to the nitty gritty of it all and wrenching at the heart strings Brian!!

Josh Hoyt said...

This is a great perspective on how we all hurt ourselves and who is it really hurting. I think we do this in so many ways great job on perspective.

Linda Kruschke said...

This brought back memories of my mom in the hospital with cancer, again, and wondering when she would be home. Very nicely done - makes me hope my son doesn't have to go through that, and to do all that I can to prevent it. Peace, Linda

mrs mediocrity said...

you speak such truth, always, that is what i love about your poetry. you find a way to bring reality in, show us the fragile, faulty humanity we all share.
a completely agree with you, it's become way too easy to take the easy way out, but we all end up paying in the end.

Tabor said...

Drugs, alcohol, food or even too much TV. Everything in moderation...especially if you are responsible for little ones in this world.

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

excess amount of things and the harm it does :)

feels great to read your work after so long. i have to catch up on your posts :)

Sandi McBride said...

I shudder when I think of the years and college tuition wasted on smoking. I quit in 2001 and haven't looked back...if the tawny haired boy is real (and somewhere he is) I hope he has a friend like you
hugs
Sandi

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

There are just so many ways that we give up on living and start dying--this made me cry a bit for those who are busy dying --

zongrik said...

there's always the chance he gets hit by a bus before his heart goes, you know...

Mark Windham said...

excellent. Entirely different from what I expected from the title and pic. The state of our society really -- we keep piling on and abusing ourselves, then expecting someone else to take care of us. Or at the very least blame someone else.

Polly Janos said...

As a Respiratory Therapist I witness this every day as disease progresses with each puff of that cigarette...acrid, tainted fumes passing into the alveoli...choking off the gas exchange cycle while blood supply suffocates unable to nourish the major organs on it's journey to and from the heart.

As a former smoker I know how hard it is to quit but if being alive for your children's graduation/wedding/etc. isn't enough incentive, I don't know what is. Excellent treatise on the subject matter as usual, Master Brian.

happygirl said...

I'm trying to lose weight by replacing 2 meals a day with fresh fruit and vegetable juice. I'm starving. As gross as that hotdog sounded. It made me hungry. :)

PoppySilverUK said...

It saddening to know we are all indulging in something that is no good for us! But to know the child sees it happen, heart wrenching! Great work love :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Very interesting and good write. I like how you address addictions as us putting something outside ourselves into ourselves. Then the poem ends with going outside to enjoy something that stays outside ourselves. Very thought -provoking.

Shelley Lundquist said...

wow! a sad tale... way too real. quite a subject to tackle.. well done.

Anthony Desmond said...

interesting write sir... just about anything can be an addiction... and too much of just about everything will kill ya...

ayala said...

i could list any number of ways we are killing
ourselves, just to please our self
....these days the famous words are, " I deserve it" as one continues to fill a deep void that can't get filled....I feel sad for the child here and I applaud you for being there and catching some sun with him and hoping that you being there makes all the difference to him.

Teri said...

I recently heard about a man in the southwest (I believe) who had a heart attack while eathing "the heart attack burger". Something wrong about our society and all the gluttony, isn't there! We all want more, more, more. When does it stop? When is what we have "just enough"?

emmett wheatfall said...

Now I know what's killing me. Got put the dog and bacon down. lol! Great subject to write about, Brian.

Heaven said...

Those tv ads makes me puke ~

Excess and addiction ails our society. I pity the young children who don't understand or see their parents in these circumstances.

I like that in the end, you gave comfort to the boy ~ We all need a helping hand here ~

Beachanny said...

There's a bit of What's Eating Gilbert Grape here. That movie was so sad that we sat and cried through the entire credits not wanting to leave until everyone had gone. We couldn't even articulate the depth of what we'd seen or why it shook us so. You're poem does the same for it is not about the one who is dying, but about those left behind. Excellent as always.

KB said...

Very sad but true.

Natasha Head said...

We are a society bred to self-medicate on vices. I'm a smoker, I'm overweight, I may enjoy other such escapes occasionally...and I'm still not happy. Even my addiction to loud, crunchie music risks my hearing...so...I'll live...as long as they'll let me...and when I do find happiness, perhaps my need for chocolate and nicotine will disappear. How about a scoop of leaf lettuce instead of ice cream? Nope...that does NOT bring a smile to my face! ;) Awesome write reflecting once again what a messed up web we've woven!

Iggyn8us said...

I hate how people loathe themselves. That is coming from a 350 pound guy. You struck a chord and a heartstring . I'm going outside before the sun goes down one more time. Maybe this will help...

Yousei Hime said...

As uncomfortable as it is to read, it is good to see the other side of this issue (mine coming from the front scoop loader). I'm down over 30 pounds and not stopping until I won't be worrying anyone with my weight. Carefully and openly crafted. I won't say I enjoyed it, but I do like it. ;)

marousia said...

Oh the rhythm just jumps out in this poem - edgy, uncomfortable - love it!

Jenny Woolf said...

I guess the answer is to learn self denial in childhood, as a virtue. People used to, I think. A bit late for most of us - it is always much harder to do these things later in life.

Arron Shilling said...

man - i was in a shitty mood... i spent some time with this but the impact was hard from the first read thru - power and shape jabbed me in the sm... thanks brian :)

brenda w said...

holy cow, you rocked these words!

colleen said...

I like the refrain ...shovel shovel front scoop loader ... and the idea of pleasing ourselves to death is a cause to pause. Scoop up boy in your arms rather than hotdog bacon.

Steve E said...

"...one more time." I'm happy you didn't write, "One LAST time"--grin!

And the cow fasted six weeks--then jumped over the moon.
LOVE it!

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

I don't know if you meant to say this but I see how we can become gluttonous to our own needs regardless who it may hurt including ourselves. great work here

momto8 said...

oouch...too bad all those additions often repeat in the next generation of 12 yr old red headed boys.

C Rose said...

Pointed perfectly to the right point of this...the ending, the sunset...it highlights that time is going to pass regardless of our participation and so many of our habits and systems day to day just kill us slowly! ~ Rose

Vernon Wildy, Jr. said...

Good write. I think about that a lot now that I'm watching what I eat more and more.

Elizabeth Young said...

I like what you said about the feeling of watching a suicide. How true this is and how often we witness this in the land of mega everything. Our quality of life is hugely affected. Thanks for having the courage to write about this Brian.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Hard hitting piece, Brian. Right in the gut!

adan said...

there's a whole lot of hurts hurting in all kinds of directions -

it takes someone with an arm to wrap up a survivor and take in the last sunset of someone loved -

wonderful take brian

Anonymous said...

"but that matters little to the tawny haired boy,
who's sick to his stomach with worry for his mother
so i cut the tv off, pull him up from the couch
& we go outside to catch
the last bit of sun,
before it goes down"

Glad someone is there to take the little boy out and show him the beautiful things in life!

r.m. @ newviewfromhere.wordpress.com

Charles Miller said...

You've taken this places where it didn't want to go but your poetry and compassion took it there anyway. There's no one who could take this theme and make poetry out of it, I think, except you. And that poetry is always funadamental, on the edge, where it's at with truth and life.

sirwilliamprice said...

I will have to start reading your work while walking on a treadmill if you keep this up. I went from hungry to "oh me". The line with the young lad are so true and an important part of this piece. I liked it.

Pauline said...

Your poetry is always all about people (reading your Openlinknight info) - that's what makes it so powerful.

Neva Flores said...

Reading this made me so thankful for taking off the 80 plus pounds I have in the past 3 or so years. Getting healthy, so I will be here for my family. Thank you for this one Brian.

henryclemmons said...

Wouldn't know a thing about addictions ... but if I did, I'd have to agree you made a strong point. But what really struck me was the victims, the loved ones, forced to search for hope in situations they have no control over who know, even if the person they are worrying over gets better, there is a 90 percent chance they'll be right back at whatever it was as soon as they get out. Thanks for the visit to my page. I always appreciate the time you take to encourage others.

Semaphore said...

From the beginning, with the sizzle of the deep-fried, bacon-rolled concoction, you exercise your strength - that of the image as objective correlative... building from the small to that scoop loader, a metaphor of both literal and figurative immensity. Powerful.

Alex Dissing said...

"i could list any number of ways we are killing ourselves, just to please our self"

I couldn't agree more. I admire your willingness to try anything in your writing.

Victoria said...

Sheeesh. This makes me want to be sick, too. What a sad, sad story. Another example of a killer addiction, this time with the tragic effect it has on a child.
:0(

Mijayami said...

"all the weight,
enough to seriously harm her legs, rests
on the tawny haired boy sitting next to me"
Thought-provoking and nicely written.

mairmusic said...

A poignant scene tenderly painted, my friend.

Mama Zen said...

Beautifully written and incredibly sad.

Stranger said...

Food is a legal addiction. Like booze and cigarettes and pills the doctor passes out for all that ails. Like violence and sex and violent sex. So many slow suicides unable see beyond the self out there. But let's focus on the tawny youth who suffers from this egocentric stupidity. I pray he rises above and doesn't fall victim to statistics.
Great poem, Brian.

Hilary said...

Sad and true. We take a lot of dumb chances and do a lot of stupid things throughout our lives.. part of which is believing in our immortality.

amyeverett said...

Your poetry is very powerful. Do you write from person stories you said you helped children? Do you counsol them? Your very empathetic to the pain of society . I love your writing its like your painting as I read .

Jebbi said...

such a sad and scary subject, I like how you've described the worry of the son left behind...could feel his fear....good piece on a delicate subject.

Magpie said...

Brian, I am so sad to think it has become so much about self and not about those who love us and depend on us, but I fear that it is all too true.

"See" you Friday. Thank you for your kind words. :)

Caty said...

It scares me to think I could hate myself so much that only food would comfort me. I can imagine it's not a great state to be in...and it's really sad for the family that of those that do suffer from obesity. :( great write...hope you are well!

Zoe said...

It always saddens me to see anyone self-destruct, whatever the chosen nuclear material, and more so for the children they injure. Great poem.

emma said...

It can be easy to forget at times how our actions affect those around us. You've laid it out plainly here for us all to see. Such power in the idea of a child fretting over the safety of the parent; wondering if that parent will live to see another day. Very sad to consider. Wonderful intensity, Brian.

Fred Rutherford said...

Great write, sad for sure, but you hit it on the head in your notes, it really is about people when you strip past the words, the layouts, the fonts, structure, rhyme at al…people are what it's all about. Great job here. Thanks

amyeverett said...

That's awesome. You have such a gift with them.

Jackie Dick said...

You've made instant gratification, addiction, the greedy needy me and long term consequences into poetry...atta boy, Brian.. Ya' did it again, and so very well. You poked us again with an important theme. Bravo, kiddo!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Brian, there are SO many people who will decry this poem and say you're being judgmental about the obese. I am not one of them. The problem is, this woman has a child, for God's sake, why doesn't she think of him before pulling up to the drive-through? Your focus on that boy delivered some tears here. Peace, Amy

Bradley Howington said...

Sad, but true. I was in tears toward the end. Great write, Brian.

Cinner said...

Was I ever meant to read this today Brian. I wonder if I could get your permission to print it out. I am amazed at how you can put into words what sometimes scares the hell out of me. I am glad I have been living healthier. Thank you. just let me know if I can print this out. smiles.

Ed Pilolla said...

if we don't have addiction problems ourselves then we know someone who does. people want desperately to be free. anxiety of the external world, filling a void internally, addiction is a rampant issue in our culture. off soapbox... i enjoy your worldview and satisfying style.

Joanne Elliott said...

So many of us are unhappy. I know I find temporary solace in food...especially sweets. Thank you for making me look at it in an expanded way...the effect it has on others is one of the things we often choose not to look at. Good work all around.

myheartslovesongs said...

oh, brian! i do NOT know how you can do your job ~ you really are a special man. every time you write a poem about one of the kids who you help... write a poem which is brilliant to begin with, but then to know it's about a real child... yes, it is testament to what an amazing poet you are. it is also a testament to the even more amazing man you are because your pain for them jumps off the page and into our hearts.

Ravenblack said...

Very relevant poem about addiction without having to go to extreme substances like drugs and alcohol. Food is easy to indulge, Food+TV -- all the senses blocked from the rest of what's happening, at least for a while.

James Rainsford said...

As usual Brian, a perceptive and relevant theme, tackled with compassion and deep sensitivity.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

Oh how true, and never really considering fully what we have left in the wake...in the take.

Mary said...

A little late on the draw here, and I don't have a lot to add to what has been said...except that your poem makes the point very well and shows the harm that addiction does to both the addicted and those who love him/her. We, in our society, do consume WAAYY too many calories. Even those who are not as extreme as this addicted woman. I think parents have to start now to educate children, mostly by example!

sharmishtha said...

beautiful, heartfelt. so many diseases come with obesity that people should be a bit more cautious about those extra kilos.

well i am as skinny as i can be, and obesity related problems make me realize that its better to be skinny than be obese.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a title.. and what an image I am left with after reading this poem: because it's not all about pleasing ourselves when other lives depend upon our well-being.
I hope that you will continue to
pile it on
pile it on
so we all may take notice.

hannah said...

Apparently, as I was told on TV yesterday, it IS a matter of hormones after all. Or so a scatterbrained lady told us.
One in three adults in the UK are supposedly clinically obese. Aversion therapy sounds a clever wheeze.

Nicely sequenced thoughts and scenes, Brian.

Andrew Kreider said...

Somehow the title says it all. What an image! As ususal, thoughtful and challenging - drawing us in to wrestle with the topic. Thanks!

Steve King said...

You've portrayed two stark instances of isolation here--the mother in the hospital, who has literally built a wall around herself, and the boy who is powerless. I've oversimplified I know, and I'm ignoring the imagery of excess you highlighted at the outset, but it's a very compelling contrast artistically.

Wolfsrosebud said...

sweet... tight with a lovely ending... catch!

Wolfsrosebud said...

sweet... tight with a lovely ending... catch!

blackswanpoetry said...

Nice work on a tough subject...

CiCi said...

Pleasing ourselves no matter the cost to us or those who love us.

annell said...

And yet.... at birth, we begin the journey to our death. It's certain, one way or another. Beautifully written.

Heather said...

AWESOME
the obesity epidemic in our country is so sad....along with the other ways we try to harm ourselves because of inner demons - Love this one!

annell said...

And yet.... at birth, we begin the journey to our death. It's certain, one way or another. Beautifully written.

SueAnn said...

What we do to ourselves....all to dull the pain of lives unfulfilled. Too afraid to change...not believing it will make a difference. So sit in front of the TV and eat or drink or smoke or or or.....
Hugs
SueAnn

Madeleine Maddocks said...

Fabulous poem Brian. Such sentiments come right from the heart/experience. I can empathise from my own experience.

I recently saw a great TV programme called the truth about exercise. Very thought provoking http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01cywtq/Horizon_20112012_The_Truth_About_Exercise/

Lolamouse said...

Some pile on the food, some pile on the work, some pile on exercise. All of it takes one away from important relationships and serves to build a barrier around oneself so you don't feel and so others can't reach you. You express a complex problem very well.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Damn, dude, this one rings with such
authenticity, such immediacy, we really
buy into it as a personal Bio; well
crafted, sir, and as the 100 proceeded
me have pointed out, you punch us
to the emotional gut and we cannot
look away, or forget where you have
forced us to go. Happy WORLD POETRY
DAY.

Bar None Publishing Group said...

Great social commentary Brian. You had me hungry at the start and in the end I wanted to go for a bike ride.

Cheers,

Mark Butkus

Janice Trinh said...

This is so true - not just in eating but other things people do to please themselves. So sad that this is a reality for some people... And yes, the children are the ones, sadly, who get left behind...

Beth Winter said...

*setting my donut aside*

Strong piece, Brian. wow. Love the ending because not only is the TV off, but the two are together and doing something healthy.

I'm afraid if I don't spend time offline, my winter weight will be my spring summer and fall weight, too.

David Caruso said...

nice work on a sad subject. strong ending.

joanna said...

there's always a little something heartwrenching in what you write, b.

we so seldom think about who might be watching and suffering while we live only for ourselves, or even while we think we are suffering life alone...

Syd said...

Some people drink or drug themselves to death while others eat themselves to death. It is an addiction too.

darkangelwrites said...

I think obesity is two pronged... or five perhaps. Americans choose to be ignorant and advertising feeds on it and advertising is fed by dollars. But there is this other thing that I touched on a while back. Being human, being physical is scary, empty and lonely. We need to fill the gaps with love I think but when we can't find that a burger, joint, line, shot or drag will do. Mind you this beer I'm currently drinking is good for digestion. (love that you took him under your wing for a time-big smiles) Touched me with this Brian.

robkistner said...

Interesting Brian, how we addressed, from two different perspectives, the same essential essence in each of our contributions to this week's 'OLN'; the responsibility to achieve and maintain balance... the single element most missing in today's world, the heart of the matter, whether we're sitting still, or traveling at the speed of light -- balance...

Shamsud said...

A strong poem with a stronger message. loved it. thank you for sharing

Aidz Giannini said...

I am hoping you did not mock BACON!!!!! :)

Enjoyed the write even though Bacon was put under a bad light lol

Lady Nyo said...

Every time Brian, your poetry goes straight to the heart, and usually on something topical.

Important message here, wrapped in compassion.

You are a strong and truthful poet, without self-righteousness.

Lady Nyo

beckykilsby said...

The flow feels half the message...easy to ride from one mouthful to the next. I wonder why this kind of thought is so hard to retain in the face of the next binge...

Zouxzoux said...

This is so real and so powerful. Addicts delude themselves into thinking they're only hurting themselves with their addictions but that's the big fat lie in the middle of the room.

adeeyoyo said...

Oh, yes Brian, it is Greed, my friend, for anything and everything. I think that is the plague of today. Scary for the boy not to know where (or if) he belongs - anywhere...

flaubert said...

Obesity is a serious issue, agreed Brian. Sorry for the late visit. I am so busy.

Pamela

Goofball said...

hmm heavy stuff...
First idea when I started ready "yumm"
Second thought "hmm bit unhealthy, but probably yumm for once"

At the end of the story the yumm seems to have lost