2 Poems

Breakfast Hunger

First, instant adrenaline
voids the normal
body issues.
Clearing the scene
brings on the hunger.
(Actually, the need to pee
and then the hunger.)
Bacon, Eggs, Sausage,
Hash browns,
Pancakes with Maple Syrup
all come to mind.
So does a chummy camaraderie
extended around the table.
the geographic isolation
that satisfies our Federal grant
means we go home
to dark houses
and cold cereal.
No all night diners to celebrate.


“I’ve got to get downtown…”
“I understand, Sir, but the road is blocked by…”

“No, you don’t understand! I’ve got to get downtown. We have reservations…”

“Sir, the road is blocked by a traffic accident and…”

“The whole road?!? What am I supposed to do about…”

“Sir, you’ll need to turn around and go back…”

“Go, back!?! Why the hell wasn’t there one of you people back there stopping traffic…”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but…”

“This is ridiculous! I’ve got to…”

“Hey, feel free to volunteer your time! Now, move your car!”