hunger of a singular man

have you ever been drunk on hunger?
and hung over on hungry still?
what's the hair of that dog?
asked the singular man
walking past the
galleries on washington
in the surprising
morning sun.
asking no one
really.
just
talking out loud
to the air and pretty
girls in the bus-stop advertisements
who's reflection in newly clean and spotted
windows from a late rain draw the singular man to
look inside beyond the light and color of the pretty lies...
beyond his own sunken mysytery that he can no longer recognize,
and see the abstract multi media love lothario adventures
into gut impulses to be understood, or maybe not
even give a fuck about that, but more to just
be.  and leave the understanding to the
human being who has five
thousand to drop
so he can
hang this question
over everyone's head
when they enter into his cliffside home
with a ten thousand dollar a month mortgage
to drink a bottle of two hundred dollar wine and
discuss the latest box office for a movie that their company
released to much greater expectations than the reality that will
force them to laugh among convincing rationalizations that maybe
the world is not changing, and the people out there actually
do have another extra three dollars to spend times two
or more, on the right to have trains bust out over
them and the rest of the audience...
it must have been the storm last
night, that kept them home
and not the fact
that we are all drunk on
hunger and can barely afford
to love each other, thought the singular man
as he stepped away from the glass and continued to journey past
landmarks of movieland and more picture windows that hide
more gut impulses behind the reflection of a walking
singular man creating his own art in his own
mind as he realizes that life does change
and there are ups and downs...
and dammit there are ups again so go ahead and charge three extra dollars for the train to roll right over us because I'm getting on board and not looking back besides returning to drop five grand on a piece of art so we can stare at it one day with rich and pretty people and rationalize how the changing world has no effect on us...no that's not it, he said to the model's picture on the bus-stop advertisement and then kept walking past cafe's and out of buisness magazine stores until he reached the ocean and waited for sundown...yes that's it, yes there are ups and downs
and he slept on the soft sand to prove
that tomorrow
the sun would in fact rise again and that will feed him for today.