Piece Of Cake

Moving toward the Fast: No Piece of Cake

Tuesday, 9/22/15


Starting at sunset tonight many will begin NOT to

brunch

crunch

съесть

manger

munch

식사

comer

עסן

bite

chew

devour

g o b b l e

wolf down

nibble

gormandize

nosh




No one here, there, anywhere knows or can count exactly how many

will chew or not chew;

bite or not bite;

crunch or not crunch;

masticate or not masticate;

swallow or not swallow;

devour or not devour.



Many of them, whoever, whatever, and wherever they are, will, however,

taste

gnaw at

gorge on

lick,

consume,

take in

NOT viands but, rather,


digest
__________________________
memories
guilt
concerns
fears
doubts
nightmares
lingering regrets
daymares
unfulfilled aspirations
tremors
__________________________
relating to their



beating helpless and innocent flesh in the pseudo name of policing and justice;

storing pounds of homeless souls in crowded street cornices of neighborhood
“shelves”;

ignoring pleas for pence, dimes, francs, yen and rubies from street people who store all
their worldly possessions in miniscule shipping containers;

donating francs, pounds, dollars, rubies, pesos dispassionately, formulaically;

stifling impulses to hug, kiss, share with, cherish, appreciate, thank, devote
themselves to, and sacrifice for others;

repelling the yearnings for contact and palpable human connections of family, friends, acquaintances, neighbors, partners, and colleagues to mouth and type their life minutes and breaths into brainless and soulless phones;

descending into trivia in the daily post, soundings pouring from the screen or radio,
perpetually scanning net, org, gov, edu, etc., daily muttering sports scores and entertainment ratings with cohorts;

betraying the confidences of associates, mates, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters;

releasing uncogitated, nascent morsels of thought without taking the time to nourish and refine the recipes and cooking process;

apologizing without even stirring, testing, feeling the flour of one’s mistakes;

neglecting to share the joy of dancing, leaping, walking, running, ruminating, reading, writing, and singing all to hear the clamor of coins falling into their concealed purses;

blaming and threatening others in order not to look profoundly inside and declare weakness;

eating solely to eat, not to savor, appreciate, nourish, thrashing the victuals while peering at a talking screen or at a blaring piece from the daily press.

All in all, these non-eaters will recall their faltering humanity and search their way to nourish not their hungry stomachs but their


gnawing

hungry

hearts and selves.



Albeit it’s no piece of cake for them NOT to taste

even a single morsel or crumb of actual or perceived cake,

they do it.

They won’t even eat a Dunkin Donuts

munch KIN

leftover from the repast a week ago.

Permit them (thank you Will and Dorothy) to recollect errors of their actions and emotions in dis-tranquility.


Let us, they themselves utter, pledge,

NOT

eat even a piece of cake.