"Breakfast..."A Poem by ChrisI paused with Ed Hart's "DNA" - thought a bit - spoke up - and damn but he got me good... I just wanted to let him know...."Breakfast..." I set my ole' tin cup out for you - they call it pewter but we know better, you and I - - right there, on the table, even set an old silver spoon long set-less and with its stupid-mean-nothing monogram waiting for fingers to mean something to have purpose - if only for a moment ...again. more often somehow - sometimes meaning to other times really not. trying to remember ...nothing at all and everything after all.
We do that sometimes,
even in the mornings... © 2012 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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