Poetry

starving

a poem about being alone

David Moran — Tumbleweed Words ·

starving, a poem by David Moran

starving can only be done alone.
lovers are quenched by love
twins come in pairs
poets grip, bottles of wine.
suits like coffins, tailor-made
rain drops, never raindrop
a slave does not belong.
she is gone
sweet innocent pop
song after midnight
play once
over and over.
stray dogs never form a pack.
because it can only be done alone.


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