Breakfast With the Corpses.
2009.01.15 - 1:39 PM
Cracked coffee cups, rotten eggs
Sweat drip, varicose legs
Meaty smell of death
Tomorrow is impossible; exhale the wheezing breath
It's breakfast with the corpses and thier rolling eyes
These are those who listen to death rattle lullabies
Its breakfast with the corpses, here there is no surprise
Take your order, take a number
Waiting for eternal slumber
Eat your pancakes, get your fill
Life is the only way to pay this bill
It's breakfast with the corpses and thier rolling eyes
These are those who listen to death rattle lullabies
Its breakfast with the corpses, here there is no surprise
*applause*
read a few times
touching..
You have a true talent
Zellers diner is the waiting room to hell.
better to die on your feet then live on your knees
they keep coming..
i hope your voice is heard clearly
soulidariy Ms
zeller! i was gonna pick the bay, same scene. this poem is amazing fraggle, love it!
WOW!! you are a true poet. I love this poem. I applaude you.
**Who I am hates who I've been**
It is amazing! Keep writing, you are very talented!
BOO YAH!
I can dig it it!
I remember breakfast lines and food like you described....from coast to coast....
It's sad when you think about it, when a peson is dead they are soon forgotten by the masses
the homeless person is just a corpse to most people, and most peopole don't care until it touchrs them in their own journry
Stellar......bravo!!!!