Hunger drives mirage on
the asphalt of sanity
That drapery the shade of
crinkle fries
Perception lies like an
unfaithful spouse
Headaches and growling drummers
Beat resonance at
stomach’s command
A distance left behind
many million miles
The color of food comes in
unnatural shades
Intense hunger amplifies sharpened
perception
Wouldn’t it be heavenly
for a glass of water
Right about now
Wouldn’t it be divine for
a slice of bread
Right about now
Common things no longer
ordinary
Smells, the artillery
bombarding sanity
Enslaving the tongue’s
gluttonous self
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Lies and deceives like
that spouse
Holding the heart in
heartless palm
That drapery the shape of
crinkle fries
Deceives the senses
shamelessly
Strips and strips of
potato’s selves
Evoking mentality’s
delusion of reality
Soft, ever so soft, gives
under
Not hard, not fried or
baked, soft
Forcing reality to face
itself head on
Regret eats away what
hunger left behind
©2012FrancesOhanenye
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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