ode to a soggy breakfast / I lost my spoon

The unfortunate b*****d child of a Yahoo IM with a friend that may have had the chance to be truly artistic if it had been someone other than me writing it.

What shall I do

without you -

                       

as I slouch against the table

missing your smooth metal curves

my cereal sponges wildly

the milk pond is drying up...

 

oh woeful morning

of lacteal fluid-saturated-flavorless-hoops

you will be the first of many

for I have lost my breakfast spoon