11 Jun 2018 poem

Thursday Mornings

The bedroom spits us out
before we say anything.
We are pumpernickel bread
ejected from the toaster.

The bathroom spreads jam
upon our faces without butter.
The kitchen supplies
our morning addictions.

The living room reclines
before the television,
refuses to turn the device on
except for three stooges reruns.

We enter the great outdoors
with spoons in our mouths
and ripped seams awaiting blue buttons
and a needle & thread hidden in a haystack.

 


copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney

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