Morning Spazz

Morning spazz

Where everything tastes like candy

Everybody is fascinating

Sights are intoxicating

Sounds are involuntary spasms of dance waiting to happen

Upon the dancefloor of the world's stage

Sixteen pancakes stacked like Jenga

Daring me to pull one out from the center

But I don't

Instead I place butter between every pan fried flat cake

Before smothering the whole affair in real Vermont maple syrup

A golden dream piled carefully on my plate

The smell alone driving me wild

I eat them like a starved animal

The woman and her dog speak spritely to me as I put a letter in the post

Drawing me into a scintillating conversation

Which has me speculating the origins of everything and pancakes

She checks her watch giving me a hint

But I obliviously press on

Talking about the Doctor Who season finale in minute detail

The massiveness of the graveyard Tardis and on and on

On my drive in to work the sunrise intrigued me

So I pulled over and walked onto the beach

Ignoring all the Do Not Trespass signs

For as we know only the best places have those

Sitting in the sand watching Sol rise in the East

Gulls circling hoping for pancakes as I wiggle sand through my toes

I'd found the most amazing music the night before

And only now was listening to it for the first time

Chords I'd never heard before

Words sung into melodic couplets leading to places unimagined

An epic rock opera album from a band nobody knows

Something new to share in a knowing hipster glow

I can't tear myself away

And sit outside of work until it is done

My boss walks outside and knocks on my window

I roll it down with a smile

He says that I am fired and walks away

I continue to sit there rocking out for awhile

Before driving off

In search of Second Breakfast