Short Poems To Read Alone

#6

A desperation in these words

might be conveyed if said right,

at the right time, to the right ears,

and perhaps even heard in a dream

and better yet, answered, like in a prayer

between mortals,

for how sweet are the words

that do not linger, the feasts

that now live only in the mind, the

smell of cigarettes in the morning

where blink and we have eaten

where blink now bellyfull and weak

the hunger of the heart

truly begins