Friday, October 16, 2009

Breakfast, a Play in One Act

A slogan?
I've got one,
she said, and
it's exactly what you
should live by,

the court adjourned-

It doesn't matter
how mediocre your writing is
just keep doing it
for yourself
because no one else wants
to read it.

And...? When they reconvened.

They threw the book at me-

She smiled.
I tried to smile,
poured a glass of
orange juice,
watched the pulp
forced to the top,
struggle, and finally
sink to the bottom of the glass
I sat awhile thinking about how sad
that color was.

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