The colour of hunger is very difficult to describe and illustrate. It is basically the cry from the stomach equivalent to a baby crying to be picked up from the cradle and put into mother’s lap.

I am in a state of panic.

Your lies are just awful.

Not all couples live happily ever after.

I couldn’t convince you to stay.

Someone told me once that went I attempted to starve myself to death (six days, not pretty) that I was emotional starved or something to that effect. Full Mouth… On An Empty Stomach, I couldn’t eat because I was already so full of rage and sadness.

You should always listen to your heart.

They say to be a real artist you have to starve. There was a time in my life where I did starve. Not anymore, I’ve been fortunate enough to have a great job and a great Dad. With the hunger gone, so has most of the passion and drive to succeed artistically. So I’ve submitted myself to voluntary starvation several times just to get that feeling back. It’ll never be as real as my past experience but it brings back memories and inspiration to create something from nothing.

This poem describes the somewhat chaotic event of dining upon tacos and the silly thoughts crossing my mind while doing so.

Though it is the subject of teasing in many families and gatherings, food is essential and this has to be cooked well to satisfy taste buds, tummies and hearts.