The Hunger Crew

Ballerina toes stretch toward
feathers, white blossoms that kiss
starved necks. Embrace

each black swan that
glides gloss pages.
A tongue is a miracle,

lapping up salt rocks,
serving colour to dull
business skirts. Charlie

waits in a back drop suit,
drenched in wallflowers
while the Hunger Crew

takes its place as
hard flesh grain.


6 thoughts on “The Hunger Crew

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s