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image sourceLoneliness takes our hearts,
our souls and our stomachs.
Climbing into an
empty bed each night,
waking up beside ghosts.
Walking each empty street,
loneliness made me hungry.
I searched my fridge,
my cupboards,
there was nothing to eat.
I went to lunch with
friends, still hungry.
I attended a dinner party
for the entire neighborhood,
but i woke up in
that empty bed,
and i was still hungry.
I ate photographs, journals,
the paint off my walls.
I ate the blue sky,
i feasted on books of poetry,
short stories, fantasy epics,
still hungry.
I tried to eat a spell
but i choked on the flame,
so i took a bite
of the universe,
but it sat in my
stomach like a parasite,
devouring every piece
of desire and
chocolate i consumed.
I started slurping
down songs, sad songs,
dance songs, folk,
reggae, techno, pop,
classical, rap, jazz, metal,
blues, punk songs.
Songs from my friends,
songs from strangers,
i ate at least 4 gigs,
still hungry.
For a snack i
went for a walk,
i waited for the night,
took big bites
of the moon,
swallowed stars
one by one,
fell asleep eating
every bizarre dream.

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Very imaginative. I like the analogy between loneliness and this endless, insatiable hunger.
ReplyDeleteThe endless insatiable hunger - isn't this always wanting more? If we can be happy with what we have, the pain of that hunger goes away.
ReplyDeleteWould you be interested in a novel with a spiritual basis? Fantasy is the genre that gives an author that freedom, so if you like the idea, you might like to take a look at ch1 of at my new novel, 'Lethal Inheritance’. You’ll find it at
http://publishersearch.wordpress.com/lethal-inheritance/