Hungry Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I'm, on white cloud tops, above flying, twirling lip, took a flip, its tip, escape burning sun dip; therein all foam: in endless mist.

This arrow likens, sent as a dart, it's out of a cloud's part, soar a dot, depart, freed in open sky, vision see; start of food: adults.

A field is jewels, seen red curls, out rich soil plants, feed buds growth, in bed asleep, fed ideal, if just; one bit: it from this farm.

A creek, old house near, aromas touch, in nostrils seek, felt peek, uplifts of fog, sight leek, intention; foul crime: do wrong act.

About two-story home, it's thirteen seen treats, sense of it, keen delight, blooming, good snacks; smell of young: a teen.

My heart, knows, it is a wicked, it's stealing, an evil devil, I do it, tumbling it; stumbling: on bad act prevailing held temptation.

My mind, turns criminal, aims to steal, put grapes, in mouth to seal, burst it nectar, to heal, absorbs; tongue in belief: its real.

I'm twitching, dreaming, roll both eyeballs, twirls, reality, inner mouth seam, it's a stream, go outside; a beam glow: lust water.