Another MorningA Poem by Ranger Kessel
Good morning sun.
Slinking through the blind with a bend in it, the perfect light to scramble my egg. Two slices of burnt toast slathered with butter substitute and hot enough to melt the mustard yellow cheese mush. Burnt coffee in styrofoam. I’m not much for dishes. Good morning fork with a kink in it. I just could not find the ‘good’ can opener last year when I needed to open a can of chili beans. You have served me well. Good morning pulverized orange bits. You have mixed so deliciously with Vitamin C and the myriad of anticoagulants. The crust of pulp plastering my upper lip. Good morning sink. My sacred fountain. I can wash the dirt and soak crusted Teflon. You christen the seat of my next meal. Later, when I come home and the worn out suds bubble at the surface and I’m not going to do a goddamn thing about it until I actually need them. Good morning razor. Eternally dull and dragged across tired skin. Clot choked bits of paper. Like metal hickeys. Good morning uniform. Dry and worn. Crimp collared. Baggy. A tag hangs like the mark of Cain. Good morning life. You twisted wretch. I love your fat lip carnival. Mystery. Coffee, styrofoam, burnt toast, Coriolis head spins and tired skin clots. Dragging behind the vehicle, my arms flail. Kicking and screaming, “Slow down.” Chauffeured to my tired bed, I dream of morning. Coffee and burnt toast. A shellac of happiness she paints over me. And I am ok © 2022 Ranger KesselFeatured Review
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