On Hunger
Hunger hits home harder
of late.
Vile vacuum above
the belly, while
heavy lungs crush down-
gurgling noises
and all.
I got used to being hungry
early on, in my 20s.
I stayed hungry,
stayed foolish,
Mostly by choice,
convinced I was
driven, Passionate
dying for a dream
that I so rightfully
had created.
Ideals idolized by an idol of innovation.
On days I had to idle,
I had done my part,
the process played out,
I had to idle and
without runway, no funding,
no angels and no vultures,
I stayed hungry,
stayed foolish,
working harder
with my comrades in hunger.
Hunger hits home harder
today,
the pain reminding me
there’s more to life.
//impromptu writing while penne boiled in a pot,
i’ll get back to this another time//
///Stay Hungry, Stay foolish is the dumbest advice ever///