Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint # 67

youth, elders

commonality

phone volume

Hey teach!

secondary school bully

shows up in my guts churn

wracked-wrenching confidence stance

power pose positive TED talk totality

collapses

rubble-dusted drenched uncertainty

Not even this protective hazmat

of tweed and leather elbow patches

spares me

when a jacked up truck growls it’s way into

the college parking lot

habit

mornings

when I wish the fog that hangs

like desert-rose-tinted drapes over the lake

my inability to form coherent prose

would both be subject

to the dispersion

of rising light