Breakfast at the Bunnery, 9/90


Breakfast at the Bunnery, 9/90

A half dozen dirtbags
Crept from the red hills
Tie dyed and ragg-sweatered
Dusty Synthetic-fleeced
Muddied boots and sandals
And thick woolen socks;
Drowned rat-nested hurricane-haired,
Wood-smoked, marinated, saturated
Wormy, squirmy,
Smudged and smitten,
Hungry for stacks of pancakes,
Tanks of coffee, egg avalanches
Lakes of sweet, cool juice
And more more more of it all.
Oh, how eyes narrowed and
Darted, but they knew, they
Knew the boys were beautiful and
The girls—ah, the girls—more
Beautiful still.

About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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4 Responses to Breakfast at the Bunnery, 9/90

  1. I can almost taste this.

    ‘Drowned rat-nested hurricane-haired,
    Wood-smoked, marinated, saturated
    Wormy, squirmy,
    Smudged and smitten,’ – Brilliant. *smiles*

    – sonmi upon the Cloud


  2. JunkChuck says:

    Reblogged this on Old Road Apples and commented:

    Ah, one of the first posts on this blog–a poem of which I’m nostalgically fond, which no one read when originally posted, becomes the first in what will be a bunch of reposts from the days before I had followers, readers, or even lost souls stumbling by unintended.


  3. Nice. Thank you for the morning smile.


  4. You set a great scene here with your poetic words!


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