Hungry

I’m hungry for a new poem

My stomach cramps

Irritating words in that old alphabet soup

Words like want and now and clear

It’s stagnant, I say, and stale

I need a new poem

Something that sits on a different taste bud

Sweet or bitter—doesn’t matter

Shock my system out of that—

Bring it kicking, fresh

Time’s too short for these routine flavors

Repetitive predictable unpalatable patterns

Same notes—they make me tired, I say

I’m hungry for a new poem

And addicted to the old