Maychance, perbe that one
could breakfast with cacophony.
Should you begin on discord and
erratic nuts or seed your cereal
to watch time growing pain fruits?

It doesn’t matter how you start
to break your fast, do it slow and
quickly forget the past meals of now
as you hunger more noisy gongs
and less desire in crowded quiet.

How does nervous spaghetti with
tender meatsquares in boiled leather
sauce sound for song and dance
in the soup of chance as we hold
our feet from the hammer of romance?

Healing our fast that is broken
we only meant better than worse
for wear and tear on that clown
whose our chef cooking what’s left
of our self respect in ridiculous spice.

Wouldn’t that be fun for two and
great for three if only one could
have breakfast with cacophony?
I’ll whisper my screaming shout in sigh
if soup not mixed or nuts don’t fly.