escher poetry — [R]

ten minutes sleep and slim
i’m pulling the belt an extra notch

ten minutes hogging the hunger cure
the belt is leaking out

my stomach is fighting
the makers’ enticements

they win their dosh
and my death

very kind of them
as i will be kind

i have built a mechanical crocodile
that will awaken when i’m dead

and will slowly sneak and crawl its way
to their offices and their officers

will strangely disappear
to be found days later

in nasty bits and pieces
left in a nest of nuts and bolts

home from home
in the sewer

and i will have had my revenge
and i will never know