breakfast
poem hi stoH nftaughkn
illvstralM bv shelley thornTon
in 4te steel glass
people package
rails whme and lugh: we
are dumb steel, blind
touchina buV apart: vou
creatures emotion, so close
and not touching , Hal
in the glass-steel
packaged people
smell strongly
like the end of a day
ai useless work;
faces peeir
out at blank walls too fast to see
it is warm
popcorn in 3 bag
the subway scurries
through the city sewers.
after preliminary talk
we ordered two specials,
we dream of grape juice lakes,
our tongues dart hungrily.
the waitress brings breakfast,
the eggs are smeared with a
thin film of shell.
the kitchen air is dense
with sausage atoms, the
food is invisible as thieves.
we dive into the butter,
outside it begins to rain,
the sky turns cartwheels, we
hesitate and exhale fire.
the room is rinsed with wind,
we gulp our coffee and wait
for shy words.
digestion is a journey.
we climb the restroom walls
killing spiders.
The Lowlands Reader
considers all forms of
creative work. Submit
your poetry, fiction, non
fiction, photography, or
other original work to
The Nebraskan, co Alan
Boye, Nebraska Union.
PAGE 4 THE NEBRASKAN THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1970
by Barry Mclh