covers egg run Cartoon

he wakes up
kicks off the covers

looks at himself in the mirror
washes gook out of his eyes

makes coffee
fries an egg

sits down


this is his mantle
socks are his crown


cats run
so fast

when they stop

they don’t know where they are


no one predicted
i would rock back and forth
watching trees
slide past bars
stopping to glance at a Cartoon statue
tasting bitter tea

or how i’d feel every day
always different