5.23.17
I died once before supper
and once after, not of belly-hunger
but of hunger of a different kind,
starvation of the mind, the
torture of a searching soul
putting desperate signals out into the world
like classifieds: ATTENTION – lonely
man seeking words for memories
that he is unsure ever existed; willing
to mortgage soul to anyone; grasping
in utter darkness for shards of shards
of moments, light; opening constantly, the
vault of his brain like a fridge
door, hoping to find
something substantial inside.
Written at around 5 in the afternoon, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while feeling like absolute ASS. I’m sick 😦
BONUS
Music Suggestion:
KENDRICK LAMAR – COMPTON STATE OF MIND
The Deconstruct 