piece of toast

[saw]

exactly 1pm
haven't had a bite

food across the tongue,
only teeth-marks that see

modest attempts
to devour the language

that haunts me,
demon english

why have you possessed
my frankenstein soul

and why have you cursed
my sensibilities for sustenance

surely you know I'm hungry
can't i get a piece of toast....?

a voice reminds me,
there are thousands of hungers

[sasha]

Is this about writers' block? 'Cause I've hungered for the words, for the images and the ideas, and sometimes all I can do is just prattle on and on and on and on and hope that amidst all that sand a single pearl will fall out that I can start with the next day.....

[saw]

it's about writer's block sasha, but also the opposite of that when the words won't stop and your physical discomfort is immaterial to not breaking the stream of consciousness....both exist for me in the space most days