My hunger is like a bell struck underwater.
I feel it on every shore, and every swiming thing
inside me darts about nervous and alert.
All the foods seem to ring me longer and I keep eating.
Every time I see you I walk away vibrating.
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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1 comment:
This is stunning Eric. I thought there was one line that was weaker, but the poem as a whole is brilliant.
wow
Jude
Hunger
My hunger is like a bell struck underwater.
I feel it on every shore, and every swiming thing
inside me darts about nervous and alert.
All the foods seem to ring me longer and I keep eating. (this line seems weaker than the rest)
Every time I see you I walk away vibrating.
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