Breakfast

If you're going to walk tall, walk big.

Toast is burning

and I am Proust somewhere in the fist of remembering.

Kiss and taste you in the morning.

Peaches and oatmeal, toasted sunflower seed.

Grief like skin in the apple of my teeth.

 

Wolsak and Wynn, Toronto



06 February 2012



 

 

“If the doors of perception were cleansed
everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

- William Blake -