I spilled out of myself yesterday.
It was oral. I mean verbal.
A lot of words strung together,
I made a mess of the cafe table top.
The Cin-O-Bun soaked up a few fragments.
It happened in front of a girl.
Name unknown. Braces tinned her smile.
I cannot determine if she was
a target of opportunity
or simply near the dumping zone,
hazarding collateral damage.
There were plenty of melodramatics
smeared on the table.
The girl flagged down a busboy.
He wiped the table clean as a whistle.
All my spontaneous confessions
now afloat in soapy water,
soon to go down the drain
to the treatment plant for purification.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney