I eat when I’m bored.
When I want to come home to conversation.
But return instead to distrust’s only reward.
I eat when I’m horny;
When lust’s a broken record.
When I want to be adored;
But quick hope-you’re-alive calls;
Are all I can afford. And dark humour;
Over the telephone.
I eat when love seems a distant shadow;
And my mind abdicates.
With the constant discord.
And my heart with it.
I eat when I’m sailing in the wide open sea,
Sea of broken promises and regret.
When my imagination is no longer aboard;
And sentimentality has me moored.
To my drowning hollow ship.
I just eat then.