Hunger

Have you ever looked away

From the self and beyond the Broadway

At the mellowing ghetto of Harlem?

Absorbing the debauchery of existence

You walk along the fumes of persistence

With an eluding mask and a famished soul. 

The cool breeze from the mountains

And the buoyancy of water crystal clear

I have felt in my dreams, when I slept for the last time

And when for the last time, my belly stinged.