All of you is starving
You are dissecting your thoughts
And dancing about in your mind's eye
There are stitched between some words
And puddles of yesterday's news
And all of you is starving
For a brilliant summer likeness
(a picnic, a pale dress
all your hair a leafy mess)
The scene is fraying
The screen is snow
You are dissecting your thought-prints
And dancing about in your minds sleepy eye
And all of you is starving
Copyright 2001