Need Feed

 

My head is over fed

My body can’t keep up

I am in fools paradise

With fools for company

The drunk of them

Least offending than

The truth of them

The hopeful need

Have nothing to feed

Notions of grandeur

Guards a tragedy

Of predictability

Put down that need

You cannot feed

Awareness lacks

In all the facts

You make up

What you know

You wake up

Do what you can

You and Me please

Lets do it hand in hand

Tell this secret of this need

That you can never feed

No lie

I paint to feed

This endless need

I make poems

I cook food with love

I make a home for life

To feed this need

To feed this need

I give my best to my friends

Keep the worst

Inspected in volumes

I know this need

This unsatisfying bleed

I must weed

Here’s one good feed

To still the need

Drink this poem

Eat this poem

Plant this seed

And kill that need.

Tracey Tawhiao ©2010