Saturdays Morning Breakfast Poem by Cigar Aficionado
Saturdays Morning Breakfast
Misty dreary wake eyes over wink
ears rummage thought hurries
morning grunge
fare bus hidden sights
fly markets super smell these noses.
Jelly splattered wall squeamish mass
intentions belie meats
unspoiled
mouths hands dull yellow holes of mold.
Newspaper unmoved unsightly shapes
outlined spring humidity
lays flies eggs
inside the mouth sqaundered souls heart.
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