breakfast for champions
glasses with a sheer aperol bottom
placed in the early daylight
of a late morning
yet nobody awake
like weekends work as tiny protests against the days
or weekends away as the phrase goes
i just need to get in the car and get away from everything for a moment
a moment being so very subjective
i thought i hadnt been away for much more than a blink of an eye
yet i compare our smiling wrinkles and things have def changed
and i cant remember serving aprerols
last night
ever?
but that strong fake orange thats now stuck in the corner of my eyes
the deep of my nose
what if i already was asleep
pouring beautiful looking liquor into glasses ive never seen before
with sticky finger prints and lipstick traces
among yesterdays colorful salads
i can give some to the dogs
at least try
at least they like clementines
where are the dogs when they are not here
now
i cant hear them
and as i never see anything without my contacts
i never expect to see them either
not at this time of the day
this time of the light
maybe they are all awake
and i am the one
losing track of
lives
should i go out and look for them all
or just sit here to see what happens
the same coffee served in different cups
and ive barely touched mine
my hands already full of words
