Breakfast - in the lap
of bourgeois warmth,
with talk of food
and
its
rising prices making us
choke on scrambled egg
and vintage cheddar
and a basket
of french bread,
quickly
turning into crumbs
fit only for
skeletal pigeons.
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3 comments:
nice`
but now im hungry!!!
wow, I loved this one!
hmm.. ta
penned these words literally while we ate breakfast and my aunt n uncle (i stay with them here in dbn) were reading the papers and chatting about a trip to pick n pay, etc..
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