TRAGIC Poem: I Ate Sloppy Seconds for Breakfast, by David Ellis

I ate sloppy seconds for breakfast: fresh golden pancakes halved, then again, melted chocolate crisps, blueberries with the gently whipped cream on top, everybody gets a slice, locks like honey, obvious apples glistened in my eye, starved and ravenous, her temptation relief to unbearable travesty, when it’s gone, what’s left but give it all away, uncontrolled reach for anything, blind want and desperation, deadly
combination, truck beds encircled, shine high beams on beer pong tables past midnight, country music
anthems, hillbilly delight, not to miss my only opportunity, to know what it’s like, every bright red fruit that flashed in front of my eye I grabbed like money fell out of the sky, boy I felt alive, conspicuous butterflies, ecstatic desire held me within a wonderful dream, don’t earthquake me, so I reached to ensure this igloo’d globe wouldn’t expose me, each reach lengthened it seemed, dirt I swept like a gold rush, held it tight, firmly believed everyone else had bigger piles, one goal, to have as much as I could hold, no matter the strike to my soul, I’ll settle because that’s my self-belief, desolation around me, the future is now, no guarantee, forever hold bright red fruit, only to realize the apple never had a shine, but the second I broke free, dropped like a disease, maybe there’s something else for me, then, the sky didn’t seem so bloody, wiped clean free of the blush I never knew I could erase, while everyone else continued the chase.