like hungry dogs
i was alone once
standing in a vast wasteland of my own internal emptiness
then the buzzards came
it was a long time
so many years in fact that i had been buried
under a pile of used dixie cups
as i took a sip of wine and longed for another time,
i pined for the flavors of salt and thyme,
and in that moment there was a clash of titans,
the past and present pulling at me like hungry dogs
although i've never actually owned a dog
~
2004 - 2007