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Breakfast
Most important meal of the day
i’m not gonna tell you pretty lies, i’ve neither the time nor the inclination
someone else can regale you with gussied up tales of right and wrong
fast food fist fucked fractions feeding fallacious fictitious factions
i’m here to alliterate, bullshit and chew gum
(yep...all out of gum)
my lies will be ugly and brutal, yes; but so will MOST of my truths
my lies will be a hectic schedule less montage of juxtaposed moments
but my truths will be there in the morning, while the toast is still hot
looking balefully across the table, over the cornflake box
my lies will cough awkwardly, cutlery will tinkle on nervous crockery
yet my truths harbour no conversation and even less eye contact
the light from a clumsily lit cigarette, just a spark in this morning’s dark
the tea is slowly stirred as both the past and fast are broken
i will disseminate little pieces in a measure of both words and time
tiny whittled slivers of taut see through flesh, scratch and release
i will cast these pieces to the winds, the gods and the unknown
a dyslexic jig saw of ancient numbs and breakfast crumbs
Apr 24
