Monday, May 06, 2013


I live my life by rote
the bile in my throat
is blankly choked down every day
to leave a proper coat

embittered yet blase
repressed by an array
of hues that once were vibrant but
disintegrate to gray

and now I wonder what
this growling in my gut
is telling me to hunger for--
which carcass should I cut

to get some game before
they shut the kitchen door;
who knew such dilemmas reigned
the pacifistic poor?


Mary said...

I think a human must always have a goal, something to hunger for, to give his life purpose and meaning.

rch said...

I agree wholeheartedly :-D