Sunday, March 4, 2012

Subsistence

Confiscate the words you use
as my food
ravenous I devour
sentences as they drop
from your lips
and still my hunger is not satisfied
my gut holding a waxing crescent of hope
against all reasons and odds
while the pain gnaws
away from the inside
salt thick and slow
unourished and restless
I find I've lost my way
somewhere
along us a line divides
pull apart this love
to view it's raw flesh
can't seem to put it back together now
too many pieces
in this crazy puzzle
overloaded i snap
as my dreams collapse
my heart in flames
ashes of holy communion
I wonder if I'll starve after
you've gone
taking your words with you
all except the ones that live in my mind
meager fuel
for the days ahead.