Right After Breakfast
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Right After Breakfast
The whites drained out of your eyes
And dazzling hazel filled the void
the pupils flared like a drifting lunar
Capsule a hundred million miles from your smile
crest white, oxidized teeth glowing in
Harmony, arm & hammer gums lay resolute
Against the backdrop of plaque armies roaming
Across the wasteland of pancakes and bacon
On your tongue
It lashes out against your upper lip, tasting remnants
Of Mrs. Butterworth and greedily slopping it up
Your lower lip covering the top lip, and the top covering the
Bottom, like hectic facial tectonics driving the continent
Of your cheeks, momentary valleys of dimples emerge and
Disappear
Your tongue darting wildly, dove down counter
Clockwise against your larger lip, cool crumbs attached to
It’s moisture and were swallowed with purpose
Waters collect and are swallowed slowly, bumping your adam’s apple out
An inch on the way down to the darkness of your stomache
The smell still hung pleasantly in the air, flowing from the empty
Plate on the table and sweet taste inside your mouth straight
Into the cobwebs of your nostrils. And how your face contorted, those
Dazzling hazel ships shut their airlocks,
while lips twisted into a discernable smirk
Lines gathered around your nose and the corner of your eyes, and the room
Filled with the sound of your inhaling, voraciously drawing in
The lingering scent of the best god damned breakfast you’ve ever had
And how your face had changed when you sat up, to the sound of chains rattling.
How your eyes fell out of their sockets to the floor when the key turned the bolt
In the door.
How your lower jaw hung listless, like a derelict fishing boat after a squall when
The priest began reading some chant to you
How the stubble on your face was hidden in the ecstasy of breakfast, was now clear
As day, like the shadow growing behind as you stood up, and blocked the room’s single source of light
How the echo of your footsteps down that long corridor, are the only thing I’ve ever
Seen bring tears meandering like drunken raindrops down your palsied cheeks
How the proudest man I ever knew walked with his back bent, defeated so utterly, and
Right after breakfast
The whites drained out of your eyes
And dazzling hazel filled the void
the pupils flared like a drifting lunar
Capsule a hundred million miles from your smile
crest white, oxidized teeth glowing in
Harmony, arm & hammer gums lay resolute
Against the backdrop of plaque armies roaming
Across the wasteland of pancakes and bacon
On your tongue
It lashes out against your upper lip, tasting remnants
Of Mrs. Butterworth and greedily slopping it up
Your lower lip covering the top lip, and the top covering the
Bottom, like hectic facial tectonics driving the continent
Of your cheeks, momentary valleys of dimples emerge and
Disappear
Your tongue darting wildly, dove down counter
Clockwise against your larger lip, cool crumbs attached to
It’s moisture and were swallowed with purpose
Waters collect and are swallowed slowly, bumping your adam’s apple out
An inch on the way down to the darkness of your stomache
The smell still hung pleasantly in the air, flowing from the empty
Plate on the table and sweet taste inside your mouth straight
Into the cobwebs of your nostrils. And how your face contorted, those
Dazzling hazel ships shut their airlocks,
while lips twisted into a discernable smirk
Lines gathered around your nose and the corner of your eyes, and the room
Filled with the sound of your inhaling, voraciously drawing in
The lingering scent of the best god damned breakfast you’ve ever had
And how your face had changed when you sat up, to the sound of chains rattling.
How your eyes fell out of their sockets to the floor when the key turned the bolt
In the door.
How your lower jaw hung listless, like a derelict fishing boat after a squall when
The priest began reading some chant to you
How the stubble on your face was hidden in the ecstasy of breakfast, was now clear
As day, like the shadow growing behind as you stood up, and blocked the room’s single source of light
How the echo of your footsteps down that long corridor, are the only thing I’ve ever
Seen bring tears meandering like drunken raindrops down your palsied cheeks
How the proudest man I ever knew walked with his back bent, defeated so utterly, and
Right after breakfast
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