On Eating

Pieces to pieces
god, what I'd give
for a Reese's
peanut butter cup.
Feet flee through doors
beauty a silent hiss
my ear bleeding ignores
tomorrow's wish dismiss.
Two thousand steps
for bread and water I eat
eyes yanked up in reps
of buttery yellow deciet.
A mirror never lies,
the image tells the truth
but I know my own eyes,
wired to a vacant toolbooth.
Teeth are ov vacation
I say, easy to the bowels
full of invocation
my tummy always growls.