Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint #2025

Sizzling plate

Impatient fork jabs

Searing mouth

13 Poems

There are 13 poems

hidden under cuticle

follicle

inscribed in arterial articulation

synaptic symphonies

silent

13 poems who reside

like Snow White’s dwarves [sic]

altered, schiz, refracted

rainbow, kaleidoscope, chaotic

whole

13 signs that point

every direction

in the midst of the rhizome

every way out is

in

13 cries for joy

masquerading

sombre, emo-clad

black eye-liner smudged

laugh lines

13 untied knots

naked, angst existential

now simply

string

13 calls for action

action, Action, Action, action, AcTiOn, Act-i-on,

actionactionactionactionactionaction…

13 good reasons

guiding you to make

bad decisions

great again

13 glances

across the room

full of uncertainty

recognition? desire? joy? nothing at all….?

retreat

13 friends

standing around

kicking the half-melt snow

wondering who will fess up

to passing gas

13 vultures

circling carcass

stripped clean

rib cage

pointing, accusatory

at the god who forsook

futures

13 text messages

left on unread

savored

saved

sacrosanct

liminal

13 pages

unwritten manuscript

like white beaches

washed clean each tide

sand castles

memories of what once was

grand

there are 13 poems

all grown up now

off making

poems of their own

Why Poem? Pt 1.

a philosophical text

frolics in the long grass

of superfluous wordage

neoplasm

much longer than Poem

Poem just does it

with more

panache