The morning clique
in the cirque of the freak,
where still weary eyes look blearily
over breakfast supplies.
Hungry growls
as the rumbling
day comes alive.
Pushing and shoving
to collect their feast,
hungry tired beasts
slavering over meaty treats.
Forkful after forkful
they chow it down, barely chewing
as the fat drips from their jowls.
I enter the lair of the beast.
Orange juice cleanses
the taste of sleep away,
tea soothes the aching bones
on which I was laid.
Food by the forkful, I devoured
more hungry than I knew,
and a journey
to the ends of the earth
to go through.
Alertness returns.
Much needed energy
now circulates
my temple of skin.
So now I start to think
of a long day of travelling.
The waitresses rush
to clean away the
detritus of the morning,
as still yawning
more and more
people clamour in
to fill their bellies
for the day to come.
I slip on my coat,
pick up my rucksack,
notepad app opened,
ready for the journey back.
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Kyle
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