Sunday, October 20, 2013

Stream of consciousness poem -- part 52


Chapter 52

October 31, 2011 – Hallowe’en morning

Yesterday
It took
My brother
Three hours
To eat a bowl of
Oatmeal

I have had
Cold oatmeal
I hate
Cold oatmeal
I could not
Eat cold oatmeal
For
Three hours

Clearly
This morning
We need to go
Grocery
Shopping

And anything
He thinks
He can eat
Will go
In the cart
Regardless of
Nutritional
Value

Because
Man cannot live
On oatmeal
Alone

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