Poetry for my lover Limos
Trying to find a suitable image of Limos but none convey her skeletal hunger frenzied state.
I was shocked when she kissed me. I had become another Erysichthon. But I was awake not asleep when the banshee of hunger was passed through my lips. I consented to her love. To share a meal with her of barren torment.
I ate your appetites and was swollen with ballooning anorexic unfulfillments.
How the outside noises jar with the inner worlds.
My anorexic figure is decorative only.
If I was a pathogen I would slaughter the masses so I could breathe again.
God money takes me in for currencies unseen.
African disastors are American wet dreams.
Someone told me their truth but I want to know the truth about everything. I'm starving into another death. Amen.
I offer thanks to the commentators of my strange parade.
Winter wine chills the blood but cigarettes offer fleeting warmth like a fireplace that soon dies out.
Like a plague bearer crying out his wares in the street no one wants what I am offering.