in my poverty


In my poverty
I have turned to consuming colour
for sustenance.

I like blue, notably when mixed
with a little white.

    My vomit is entitled
      “Eating the Sky”.

And then of course there is black. 

The great void, so fulfilling
with promise and absence.

      My bowels birthing the poetry suite
                   “Eating the Night”.

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