cdxi

The traditional belchers were taken
out of context.  I made coffee for them.
Also, the devilization of eggs; these
theories at Doyle’s.  His poetry
seesawed.  But he was tall.  Anyway,
I’m waiting on my eggs.  Another
“anachronism that refuses to die.”
Maybe I should have asked for
mustard.  Cheddar and mushroom.
His poetry seaweed.

Government is playing hooky.

Finally: Where’s my heart?

Scattered.  Maybe I should have
asked for coffee and a nuclear
engineering heartache and
warm milk by the time....