"Recalcitrant Mornings."
Food in the jar, meatloafs with rigor mortis-
assurances that I never went hungry.
By the stove, two plates hug - cooked delicacies -i woke up to an empty bed, no warm bodies-
the reveries were last night, find me in
her father's place- far away into the muffled west;
Uncooperative dogmas, she consumes me.
Long ago, the dreams were bitter and mornings
were for racounter business- alpha, omega,
and a spoonful of helical afterthought:
Who would have thought I could care less?
Food in the jar, meatloafs with rigor mortis-
assurances that I never went hungry.
By the stove, two plates hug - cooked delicacies -i woke up to an empty bed, no warm bodies-
the reveries were last night, find me in
her father's place- far away into the muffled west;
Uncooperative dogmas, she consumes me.
Long ago, the dreams were bitter and mornings
were for racounter business- alpha, omega,
and a spoonful of helical afterthought:
Who would have thought I could care less?
