I Eat

I eat when I’m bored.

When I want to come home to conversation.

But return instead to distrust’s only reward.

Silence.

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, well.

I just eat then.