Feeding Frenzy

 

Homely and comely, people all around, I fight my way through the crowds.

Passing the motionless lines of people waiting to receive their stomach’s desires,

Flickering lights overhead try to steal your gaze, but many never look.

Vendors everywhere, peddling their fragrant wares.

 

Rushing past – somewhere comes the rotten odor of a man without deodorant.

Reverberating off the walls, a dull roar of the crowds can be heard all around.

Brushing past sweaty strangers, my own rumbling belly gets the better of me.

Slowly paying the money, then quietly eating, I savor the deliciously grotesque food.

Running again, I finally reach my destination, where I’m doomed to wait again.

 

                                                                                Vince Hicks