Inside one hell
of a—cracked shell
a
single
lonely intimation—brainsoft and still-
runny
tries
to congeal—
its latency
made plain
as the mellow sunrise logo
or the
yellow cheese
and yellower butter
which smother—
but neither
conceal nor illuminate:
exactly—
how many other
wasted destinies
might be here-
manifested?
in this ponderous plate
of warmed-
over
eggs—your
sluggish hangover's eating.