Küche
oxygen
is the silent degrader
of things
the fruit
rots on the vine
my thoughts
decrease
the understanding
i promised
i would not
confess
but the sun is up
"morning
i say to
the noise upstairs
I let my
self
be known
& my fork
(two for $2.99
too says
18/0STAINLESS
CHINA
and i think
to my
self
like this
at breakfast
by the
window
passes
the glory of
god