this mind of mine craves poetry and this body approaches starvation
Ravenous,
Endless cream rectangles collectively croak begging me with cracked throats to fill them with deep chocolatey ink
this hole in my stomach expands and my papyrus lungs deteriorate;
these ivory teeth dissolve into dust,
lack of sustenance of simple sentences strung together to form sublime alphabetical artwork whose medium is LETTERS and letters only:
my aching soul craves poetry:
grey people tell me I look gaunt:
somebody says my fingers are soaking in silver and my eyelashes frame absent black eyes
a diamond casing sheds: my cortex is sand and my brain is an ocean
my heart is vulnerable and empty; and hungry
Ravenous
this mind of mine is living on poetry and my body is approaching starvation
shall I beg on the streets for food?