The Art Of Starv Ng by Tigress & the U-Fraidees published on 2013/10/08 18:26:38 +0000 This is the piece that got Marv Ng known as the Starving Marv Ng, demonstrating his resistance to acceptable levels of consumption. Holiday riots fill up suicide trains Loved ones lie in death boxes waiting for corporate trucks to pick them up and then dump them at recycle centers No ceremony except the "heave-ho" Next week's specials will be served in diners at affordable market prices. Bring the kids. What I leave is a ghost of data, undeleted, never to be fully accessed... Whiz kids will skip right over me; searching for games of sex and war, they will play until broken thumbs hang from their hands like soft penises I am a joystick lacking giddy joy - pull my stick. I don't want to be hungry anymore, but the times I was most warmly full, are the times when I felt most dead. Every stage seemed like a stadium, audiences hung upon my every word - until ulcers deprived me of my meals and awakened my sickened senses. I see corpses everywhere. You don't want to stare at your fork - the thing on the end is covered in rot. The odors on this block come from urine covered sidewalks outside and, inside, hangs the fine odor of sweat, of stale urine and badly aimed excrement. Being hungry makes me sick, but, I like it; when I take a walk, I know where to step Marv Ng verses written by R. Kahler, read by Mike Beck.