BENT LIKE BREAKFAST

sleep is done
like no other sleep
as the whiskers of my dawn
have all the mysteries
that abandon; but never
betray.

I am dreamt in a meaningful way…
but can never recall.

II

sleep is done
and the marketplace
of actual things
is my permanent
Now.

III

but bent like breakfast.
the world is another world
slumped over trivia-
and discarded things
as immaculate
as a pith inna
peach.

after the gnawing
gets done
and the dreaming
as much.