Poetry Archives Bio
October 1, 2011
1:24 AM
hunger

the neon
blue
clock on the wall
says
it's after one
but this place is open
forever


when the food comes
I admire its shapes
& its fresh
lattices

when the food comes
I cut my pleasure
into small pieces
with a steak knife


I cut
&
cut but the mouth
de
mands silent he
gemony so I feed
the mouth


when a thought comes
I admire its shapes
& its colours
but it has no flesh

when the thought comes
so I try to cut
it too but thoughts are
so unlike plea


sure
the
neon blue clock
on
the wall says &
I have to
agree