Hunger

So ravenous,

I could eat the world

And everything in it!

I always need something

To get my teeth into.


And you,

Dear stranger,

I could eat you alive,

A little hors d’oeuvre.


It’s dinner time again.

Knife,fork and spoon

My poet’s wands.

Pile the plate high,

Let the heat invade me…


From the first cry of need

To the last desperate sigh-

The human void…

Animal pangs

Of the mind that consumes me…

Sucking at mummy’s tit,

Bawling for pleasure,love,sex,power,

Possessions,meaning,and esteem…


Eternity belongs to bacteria:-

Precambrian Dreamtime’s

First surge of appetite.


A single slice of bread

Lies on my plate-

Immense.

My hand upon it

Is a thousand hands.


All I am

Is words,imaginings,

Stories of desire.

Possibility is the only thing

I cannot live without.

Oh please don’t let me die

On an empty stomach.


I journey towards ideas of experience,

Greater than experience itself.

The never-quite is my painful element.

I can never,never,never arrive.

Around the world,millions are starving.

But ,for me, the dinner bell tolls once again.


Give me a smile. Or a frown.

But give me something.