It is tomorrow
and the feeling of your kiss
is still lingering.

This shaded barroom
certainly isn’t heaven
but it has spirit.

Eggs are so useful
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner –
they’re renaissance food.

I like my pancakes
in silver dollar towers
with butter rooftops.

Give me today’s soup
and half of a club sandwich,
please hold the mayo.

Dear garden salad,
you are so good for me but
we need to break up.

Sweet, juicy burger,
you are oh-so bad for me –
now get in my mouth.

Clouds sweep the blue sky,
the brushwork of a master
with an unknown name.

Tiny little drops,
the misting advance guard of
the impending storm.

The storm is coming,
black clouds on the horizon
herald a false night.