Camus’ “the fall”

a towering stack of waffles,

with butter on top,

syrup dripping, permeating.

ringed by rashers of heavenly bacon,

like crispy petals of a flower.

toasted bagle, or seven,

covered lovingly, with butter.

covered, not spread!

on top of that a choice:

runny camambert cheese,

or leftover baked salmon.

better take both.

potato wedges, first boiled,

then fried in butter.

saussage links,

there’s no escape.

strawberries in cream,

with canned pineapples,

tomato sauce with tabasco,

coffee with milk, no sugar.

a steaming brownie for closure.

no regret,

no regtet,

no regret,

no regret,

no regret,

no regret,

clinking saucers carried off,

birds chirping,

distant sound of the ambulance,

they’ll never make it.