Human Hungry

By Joti Heir

If you tell me you are famished

I shall promptly gouge your eyes out

with a fork

You do not know what famished means

famished is not minutes, hours or a day

it is the days after

the pangs become soft

you try not to think

remove food from brain

to find place for thought

to think thought

to find food

 

Therefore you

sit and think

driven to craziness

You know of its taste

it is everywhere

but not for you

The moments between

expectation

and

impossibility

those moments

think thought think

so you just think

 

Than you think

you can do anything for this food

to assuage your hunger

than you realize

you will do

any

thing

it

takes

to

make the

pain of longing

disappear

as you walk

past sustenance

that people

in blissful existence

have thrown away

they are full

too fat

too shy

don’t care of

minute things

as sustenance

they have other things

to think of

food is a passing

thought

my thought

my though

my thought

 

As you watch

a bite

balanced delicately

on the tongue

it dances

oh it dances

cabaret proportions

to the throat

slides

to waiting

stomach

you are

more hungry

think thought think

 

you can do

anything

for it

kill

prostitute

 

you watch

her push it away

it is being sent

to the dump

it is then

you realize

you cannot

you won’t

grab that

gold

off that plate

as they

look at you

with pity

shall you

climb into the dump

and pick the

food out

along

with the

disease

you realize

you cannot

then

the starvation

begins.