i wake up hungry
from last night where
dreams caught a flat
stranded on a highway.
i wake with nails rotting
blood drips
i stare
drink and quench thirst
applying the remainder as face paint.
the survivalist jumps out the window
my legs cut on broken glass,
wolves pick up the scent
but let us not forget i am hungry.
i prey on them
sharpen my big toe
rip off the nail
slicing the wolf’s neck.
i eat well
gain boots and gloves in the mix.
i need a coat to deflect pacific winds.
no, i want a coat.
i want things,
i want those things to produce more things
so i grab dirt and bathe
look to sky and talk to stomach.
stomach reassures me that it will stay hungry
as long as i keep feeding it,
i like this cycle
love the greed
i absorb culture as an appetizer
looking to the day for the main course.
