The Second Sin

My eyes fly open with what I was waiting to hear
The melody that continues to drum on my desk
It barely manages to catch my ear
For my mind is at work, no longer at rest.

It’s not for work, for fun, or to pray
That I sit up straight, my belly threatening to betray
As it grumbles and growls, politely no more
With breakfast alone, it’ll settle the score.

The spread isn’t sumptuous, and rather small,
A change, however, from the day before
Toast with eggs, scrambled and warm
Enough to cease what now threatens to roar.

I dress to step out of my room, my home
Leaving my modest buffet empty and forlorn
But I cheer myself up, for it won’t be long
Before I’m in a cafeteria,
Hell, it’s my break, what’s wrong?

Hours pass as the seasons change
Till I find me in a mall, my desk a million miles away
I scan the restaurants in my range
Hands wringing, eyes bulging, tongue out, splayed.

Finally I decide upon Pepito’s
Neither Indian, nor Chinese, but Mexican
I hog on Tacos, Quesadillas and Burritos
Till my intestines fail me,
And I rush to empty what has recently burgeoned.

Ah, the pleasure of freshly vacated bowels,
That I could write about in many a novel
For it has made space in my endless pit
For teatime, just a bit after six.

I head on over, back to work
Only to return shortly afterward
Biscuits, scones and coffee with crème
In the company of a co-worker, a friend.

The sun dips below the visible dome,
Leaving behind a carrot orange, then a grapey purple sky
But little do I notice as I drive back home
Taking mental stock of the vegetable and meat supply.

To get the right flavours and nuances
One must add the right condiments and spices
I chop and grill, pouring in the sauces
Voila! You have dinner, lacking only glasses and swashes.

So I serve me some wine to go with the grill,
In a glass, perfectly tapered, tall and thin
A repeat of the Simpsons and the lights dimmed nice,
Burrp…Ah! This is the life!

The bed is as I had left it, ruffled, but clean
Waiting to engulf me in sweet slumber
I promptly snuggle into the covers,
The corners of my mind forming,
Yet another delicious dream.