The Dogs Breakfast

Folder: 
80's

         Upon the mole,

    Of a world awakening;

To seek the gain,

    Or loss of self.



Sparingly salt,

    Sugar to taste,

Eject toast,

    Nearly awake.



Whose scalp today?

    What knife is this?

The coffee's cold,

    What have I missed?



Toil with kind,

    And cardboard shapes,

Dimensions unfold,

    'Til sleep remakes.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A start to a hoarde day at the artifice.

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