thoughts over breakfast

Thoughts Over Breakfast

Side order
of bacon.


Black coffee.


Ruptured dreams
&
hash browns.


Pull the
trigger, don’t
stand there
with your
fingers crossed.


Of course
they’re watching,
that’s what
god gave
them
eyes for.


Of course
they’re plotting
a comeback.


Lay your
mirror down
make a
stand.


Trim sail
& float
in circles.


This will
confuse the
sharks &
the submarines,
leave you
time to
gaze at
stars &
plot a
new course.


Giants of
opportunity.


Trade-offs
& substitutes.


Tangled sheets
in the
pantry.


Hot cakes
on the
griddle.


Cheap-shot
assassinations.


Germs
in a
geriatric ward.


Snake oil
& –
what are
you doing
here in
the
first place?


Who let
you off
the
funny farm?


Who dressed
you up
like that?


Take off
those red
suspenders,
who cares
if your
pants
fall down?


Something has
to be
done this
can’t go
on forever.


Here’s your
chance to
get recognized.


Do a
quick change,
get presentable.

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