ʗlub ਤreakfast


May 27 by The Running Son

"Breakfast Club note box" by Wain Jordan. Pics of yours truly. (; jim

Breakfast Club note box” by Wain Jordan. Nostalgia pics of yours truly. (; jim



Who am I.
Whooo am I?
Dude, this isn’t breakfast chatter,
and this ain’t no Breakfast Club,

Who am I? Who are you?
Why not explain
in a letter, or a poem like I do?
Then we’ll all know better how not
to offend you,
or send you bending up rails

to dance out that frustration,
or off rocking in fog boxes,
losing yourself in smoke, green needs,
and dreams woken
from spring seeds, and bad jokes.

Like, hey you, girl! Girly–
*snapsnap–What’s your name?
I see you hiding there.
I gotta tell you though,
you are every-thing
beneath that faded green and your sneaky

social tithing. And you, book smarty—
you live through orange peek-holes.
No mere crusts of manliness makes us.
No vain cherry topped privileges

will save us. Brains may date,
but minds relate on, over time.
Bender ain’t blind.
He dropped the Jeans Jacket and Marlboros,
stopped somewhere,

and asked why breakfasts
are so bright in the morning.
How fights
from last night are made up in a morning,
Where orange juice awaits,

and the soul always floats;
pleasant orange, mid-spectrum
and compatible with
all the colors contained in white.
Lights make thoughts manageable,

and fires make night
manageable. Club-life and friend fights
make life right,
managing atrophy
faster than training for the masters

with task managers wielding jock hammers,
or gorging PB&J samplers,
casting crusts, pixie straws,
and HGH wrappers.
Don’t you forget about us.

We write our own meanings.
We twist tongues
like cherry-stems, a fate that bends
Saturday breakfasts
into secure identities written in dreams.

by Jim Aldrich


.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

blu butterflies live freee.


9 thoughts on “ʗlub ਤreakfast

  1. Kira says:

    Wonderful poem. I was a Breakfast club junkie for awhile. I really like how you rhyme and your humor in this one!!

  2. ioniamartin says:

    As usual, your talent inspires.

  3. This made me hungry for scrambled eggs……

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