Lit Heroes #3 - Narrator

When I get up too late, I won't sleep the ensuing night.
My breakfast, then, consists of a plump little pilgrim's shell.
Its citrusy smack entails a litany of complex explanations.

Morning is a starting point for complex explanations
While the morning light, that rather simple chap, that
Teenage lunk, drops in everybody's news.

I watch him coming but I don't say a word at table.
The darkness broke, am I less puzzled now?
I, grown into myself, ponder…

The day begins with funny day ideas.
I ought to cheerfully plunge into the bustle––
Could be also like bolting back into my burrow, huh?

It is strange, I'm not preparing for that.
I'm preparing for melancholy
And analysis.

July 13, 2007