It Was Just Dinner

He approached me on the street,

that man, hair like wheat stalks

surrounded by smoke and cunning,

air like a fox.

He offered me a night to eat

out like kings, and so he flung

the end of his cigarette, 

rings still hung in circles about him.

How could I resist? He persisted

and listed reasons I should go,

ebb and flow went his voice,

ebb and flow...

Don't know where or how I got there

but I awoke between two men like bears,

a table before me with food to share,

decedent of dishes most rare.

The fox stood across from me and towered,

glowered till the guests, twenty in all,

rose to their knees and began to crawl

towards his feet.

“Meet your god” he boomed,

loomed as the walls drew back

and shadows deepened blacker

and blacker and black

Reviews

[Perhaps Maybe]

This is so great, I love the description of the man smoking and speaking. Just a thought, at the end when it says..

"loomed as the walls drew back
and shadows deepened blacker
and blacker and blacker...

What if you ended it with " blacker and blacker and black" because then it would end with a stronger rhyme

[Benjamin]

That sounds so much better, thanks!