Daily Archives: September 28, 2015

Break fast, the morning, mourning meal

“Breakfast But the words ran together Leaving him without their meaning Or intent. A scrambled egg and a mother’s milk, Some caffeine to jangle the sensibility; One screaming head line Inked To act as spur Set him afoot and restless in our Common world. “Would we really know ourselves?” Here, shake hands with the devil. […]