Starches

Suckin’ em down —
bagels, English muffins,
half loaves of bread —

better than Prozac, better than
therapy,
hell, they are therapy —

“scientists theorize that
the craving for carbohydrates
is a symptom of clinical depression –”

of course it is.  I’ve breakfasted and lunched
my way through a lot of clinical depression.
My waistline is my safety agreement —

tells me, “keep me fat on hearty breads,
loaves, no fishes, no greens, no fruits —
I’ll make sure you’re too heavy for the rope,
too fat to reach for the gun under the mattress –”

It’s working.  It’s working!
I’ll have a cigarette and keep to the couch,
keep writing, keep at it,
crumb king, face full of baguette
for that existentialist atmosphere —

Goddamn,
I’m happy!