Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
a crust of bread resting in the rustic coma of the breakfast nook.
butter on a plate... chastening the sun with it's mule yellow-
and gravy on your toast because
breakfast.

the window beside -
framing elsewhere, condensing the whole milk
into a colorful speck.
as you wander off into the morning
before coffee... with a mouthful
of toast.

and a host of jewelry... made of sleepy.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems