Sunday, February 21, 2010


Hunger knows no friend but its feeder


The Crow said...

I have been a friend to my own hunger, in the occasional company of another, also a friend to his own hunger.
Sitting in the dust, laughing at our own situation:
Starving to death, without a care in the world.

But the sun shone brightly, and we did not care.
Not as easy to laugh, in the cold and rain.

Don Stabler said...

in those days I was "the mark!"
I kept enough aside for beer and vitals. I guess I was the friend.
I got lots of free advice.