Chicken Briyani

Cornered and inconspicuous
I feel as though im sinking into this seat
melting into the wall
Its buzzing with heat
and i note every beat of their speech
It feels as though the world is
slanting and collecting, piling up
on my angle,
the floors tremble below my sinking feet
The voices void in and out
Its interesting to eves drop and hear what their on about
The checkered patterns on the table
tease my eyes, to focus i am not able
Red light reflect off these composing words
as the ink leads the shadow of my finger and pen
figures present above my head
white and black polished shewed men
unfed they feed me instead
The food arrives
Exotic surprises
The steam entices
Stained fingers' evidence of his vices
fork and spoon, shiny as the moon
not much effort to present this dish
so as i indulge i make a wish
its secret so you cant know
but know this,
I do regret all that is wasted
but its the blandest
chicken briyani I've ever tasted.