TONY TELLS ME, GO ON WHAT’S SIX MORE POUNDS…

fattie keeps eating garbage on the daily milestones come and gone much to his chagrin just lazy, it’s really quite a pity deep dark clouds of depression has settled in Tony Glut reels him in with salts and sweets he should wise up or it will be his defeat seems this double edged sword* hasContinue reading “TONY TELLS ME, GO ON WHAT’S SIX MORE POUNDS…”

Tony Glut is way too clingy for a friend…

Tony Glut is way too clingy for a friend Sadly, the road to 165 has been fraught with failure Tony Stop PESTERING ME Stop PRESSURING ME Stop SUFFOCATING ME I hate you Glut We’re not friends You just pretend to be close to me When we hang out, you laugh at my expense I keepContinue reading “Tony Glut is way too clingy for a friend…”

Knocked Down (But not out)…

~ After Edith Wharton 165 became 170 and this hurdle that I knocked down was my unfortunate downfall, but my willing  to persevere and to dream that success by any means necessary perchance if I can concentrate with all my might ’tis possible to rid myself for good of this excess and truly become the best

If Habit, NEGATE*…

*The Title of this Poem is an Anagram for what I’m feeling at this very moment The One that I see Fearing the worst has hit me Engulfed Gluttony  Within three, LARGER Staring back, disappoints me Promise Myself, CHANGE

Hodge Podge_F (Two Pages at a Time)…

My latest sketch book  to be showcased on tour and permanently available to check out from the Brooklyn Art Library & to view online at The Sketch Book Project  around February of 2020. This is my 6th Book since 2013.  Four of the six are available to be viewed in the online library. My most personalContinue reading “Hodge Podge_F (Two Pages at a Time)…”

Fat, Fit, Fatter, Fit, Fattest, Fit (Over 30 years of less than 100% Commitment)…

I’ve always had problems with my weight. I’ve never been truly fit. When I was a toddler to age 5, I was thin. Then I started to get fat in 1st & 2nd Grade, but became active in 3rd-6th grade and lost some weight. By 7th Grade I was chunky, the following year I wasContinue reading “Fat, Fit, Fatter, Fit, Fattest, Fit (Over 30 years of less than 100% Commitment)…”

Shadows (the mind)…

Engulfed by the darkness in which I continue to drown gasping and grasping for my identity lost in the litany of glutinous jowls they bare witness  to my facade for there is a never-ending  internal wail of hopelessness in the continued loss in the battle of the  B U L G E