my body craves what my mind doesn't need
and I'm stuck between
a primal need,society and a thought
of everlasting greed.
this hunger,this unfilled core,
this ghost without a body
is like a slab of meat among wolves:
always a temptation,
never a form of absolution...
be damned my mind and my fingers
for I don't know how to baptize
this imaginary bastard
of ceaseless appetite !
be damned my luscious ghouls!
be damned everything I think
to starve in the middle of a bountiful crop-