two

this story is starving,

hungry for words 

to fill in the details.

     the thunder in my head...

skeletal anorexic

running on treadmills,

shedding axioms and idioms

     when you say yes...

that only feed the voracious 

need of cryptic words and

and corpulent images.

     and take my hand...

shedding axioms and idioms

running on treadmills,

skeletal anorexic

     dumps its rain into my underwear.

to fill in the details

hungry for words

this story is starving.