Delicious Is In The Details

 

Delicious Is In The Details

He’s already on his third coffee

and later he’ll try to sleep

without success - toss and wonder why

they’re slinging slabs of meat

on cheese, ladling on the salt

and claiming delicious is in the details.

There’s third rate brains that compete

for attention, leaders replete

with latest block transfer computations

forming thin entropy out of thick air,

sending striations anywhere

in faint pulsars beyond the farthest star

overlapping in convergent subduction -

and tomorrow he will try to work.

On Sky, views might make them weep

but they’re 20 minutes in, hip deep

in babbling brooks - cataracts who greet

each other, stone each other’s backs

fool gold for noises off the Richter scale –

and tomorrow he will try to teach.

Now this - she’s on the phone,

bodies gone to rack and ruin, with knees

chockful of some ill diagnosed disease,

cigarettes, chocolate, gin not tonics,

they say we’ve got it something chronic

send more money, please, won’t you?

And tomorrow he will begin anew.