WHEN TOM AND JERRY WERE BREAKFAST

There was no Miyazaki in my oatmeal when I was a lad… spiderman underoos
fully fuzzy clad with my bacon addiction unmatched, and my homework half-assed.
I remember tinsel from Christmas last, like glass worms-
in the last shag carpet on God's green earth.
There was a Cat and Mouse on the Tellie. 
Vacuum tubes humming analog shanties
in a convection of hypnosis. My orange juice was frozen.
And I’d most likely 
miss the bus
because-

Butterflies.