Reading · Mac’s Musings

herky jerky

scabby and warped

speckled yellow spine

crooning for some lunch

mumbling “easy peasy”

as he gnawed that greasy

burger down for sport

sunburnt scalp piercing

scattered shade

comported in a tangled dance

of mouth watering, biting rage.

onlooking pedestrians gasp and run

as this toothless eater

bites with greed

with beady eyes

locked on his meaty prize.

once the feast is finished,

the scavenger belches loud

stinging the senses of those in proximity

caught in the odorous cloud.

while they worry and perspire,

the street eater finds a crumb to chew

with a content pleasure,

already planning his next adventure.

a sad soul?

who knows.

it’s his life

and he does what he does.

What do you think — is the Street Eater a sad soul, or has he figured something out the rest of us haven’t?

The world is getting stranger and it helps to have a place to make sense of it.

Here you’ll find absurdity, satire, dystopian reflections, and whatever thoughts manage their way into my brain and want to get out.

Some of it will make you laugh.

Some of it might make you think twice.

All of it is part of the same thing really.

Trying to understand the world by stepping just outside of it and more inside of my head.

Come muse with me.

The Street Eater