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Author’s breakfast, 24 January 2025

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the meal started with a good night’s sleep. the night before i’d e-mailed the managers at work that i thought i’d overworked my post-surgical hand the past three days and would therefore rest my hand today. when the alarm went off at 2:10 am I shut it off and got three more hours of sleep.

when i woke and took my four pills and flossed and brushed i thought i’d walk a mile and a quarter and end up at mcdonald’s, there to have an egg mcmuffin or two, but i knew i had ingredients for a cheaper and more nutritious meal at home. got a roma tomato and mexican-blend cheese and a carton of eggs and sausage and white onion from the fridge. put a bit of canola oil into a fry pan and put a third of a chopped white onion in the oil, tipping the pan and spatula-tossing till they were coated.

broke two eggs into a white bowl i’d made  last year and whisked to semi-homogeneity. removed the now-caramelized onion from the pan and poured the egg in. kosher-salted and peppered and tipped the pan around to make of the eggs a circular continent. after leisurely cooking on medium heat i spatula-compelled the continent into sharpei-like folds. let rest/fry one more minute, then plated and sprinkled the rough-shredded cheese on top.

into the pan i dropped two lumps of sausage totalling about a quarter pound. spatula-mashed them as thin as I could get them without raggettifying their edges, then cranked the heat and let them sit while I fast-sliced the tomato, eating the exotic ends.

a flip for the sausage patties, a lowering of the heat, and i let the patties fry while i put the plate of eggs and cheese and onions in the microwave for thirty seconds. added the sausage patties to the plate. put the plate on the laptops on the table and set kosher salt and pepper next to the plate and the mostly-empty jug of whole milk nearby. took and photo edited the photo you see.

and i ate/mixing bites/it is great/such delights/warm and cold/salty-savory/ne’er gets old/bursty-flavory/sweet whole milk/for the beverage/adds the silk/for the leverage/over sadness/over trauma/past the madness/past the drama/upping tempo/and nutrition/braiding hemp–o/hail Nutrition!

and I thank Heaven, and Goodness, and this moment’s Reality, and i thank whoever reads all the way down for your steadfast attention, and i wish you Good Appetite of Victuals, Words and Happiness.

shoes on first
watson seconds
idle nose on third

shoes on first

shoes on first

watson seconds

idle nose on third

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prominent abbot costs hello

cost hostile owe a butt

weirdplay bays bowl

.

budloo

is a famous restroom

in roseville

Afterword: this is the forced-mutation granddaughter of Bud Abbott and Lou Costello’s “Who’s On First” routine.

two hispanic guys and i/were waiting for a bus/at 4:14am

a few minutes ago a van-like vehicle pulled up/with “animal control specialists”/decaled on the side

a woman was driving/and she had a passenger who said nothing

she asked my companions if they wanted a ride

no hablo inglés” one of them said

i asked her where she was going/and she indicated that i was not part/of the ride offer

after realizing she was wasting her time she left

internet magic enabled me to say/”ella quería saber si necesitabas un aventón

they smiled and said Thanks in english

the bus arrived and we got on

and remained free

The man solemnly swore/But his hand was not on the Bible/And by a grade-schooler’s standard/That means it didn’t count.

It does count, though/As a piece of the puzzle/Of this enigma of a criminal/Who loopholes his way through the rules.

“Hey, I WARNED you I was a snake,” he may say after the War.

And the Laugh Emoji will be his sword and shield.

there is the moon/above a gauzy cloud/and if it had a saturn’s ring/in its current crescent state/it would look like a bow and arrow/poised to fire at the sun horizon sun

there are muons too/in subatomic abundance/but if you want to see them/you will need a cloud chamber/and even then what you will see/are its characteristic tracks

the moon up above/the muons all around

one cloud gauzing/one revealing

that’s life

now, gullible and lullable are twins./but sanctioned hanky-panctity is not./the horizon infinity run alas is a race nobody wins/and a moment may be finite as a dot.

when we are fools in lust and greed and wanting/and get our hopes up faster than a flare./some hopes shatter, some dissolve, some are killed and then start haunting/some will drive us to the outskirts of despair.

strong acid has no appetite/but eats voraciously/and black holes eat surrounding light/and time eats you and me.

when dining in a restaurant/let’s bless the beasts that feed us/and be polite and nonchalant/and tip the folks who need us.

we fill our baskets to make feast/in province state and county/and North and south and west and east/provide us with our bounty.

the bottom-feeders play the part/without which toppers languish/let’s tend our filth and show some heart/by quelling sea life anguish.

dig in with gusto yet when done/reserve, recycle, be/as life-supporting as the Sun/and live r e s p o n s i b l y.

The Asymmetrical Heart

We have romanticized the heart/Reduced it to a simple shape/Made myth of its emotive core/Denied our kinship with the ape

Its septa, chambers, valves and pipes/Tell of a greater life-romance/Of oxygen exchange, the more/Essential to Survival’s dance

In comes corpuscular starvation/Sent to the lungs; enriched; engorged; To function make and flush restore/And thus is our Existence forged

The Heart at heart is like a bellows/A squeezebox never on the shelf/So have respect, ye Ladies, Fellows:/It yields not love but Life Itself.

mix up the letters of JOE BIDEN

and you get I NEED JOB.

mix up PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP

and there’s a DESPOT in there/and a PIED STRUMPET/and a RESIDENT DOTARD

and a lot of other fun insulting anagrams

for the man who likes to say things/to get elected/and then unsay them/because he only said them to get elected.

you can also be sure/that the CANDOR or a venerated news ANCHOR will evoke his RANCOR AND/OR Wrath.

long ago a military man said these exact words: “We had to destroy the village in order to save it.”

Somewhere in at least two places evil men are acting as if

they have to destroy this country

in order to destroy it.

rise and shine kid morning’s here/coffee up with cream and splenda/grub up dress up disappear/meet that improvised agenda

break at seven lunch is noonish/crunch those numbers write that plan/show up for the meeting loonish/out by seven if you can

home at last kiss wife pet doggie/flop exhausted watch the game/weather forecast comes up soggy/every day more of the same