breakfast at Laurel's restaurant and ooga booga

breakfast at Laurel's restuarant



who is this old man sitting across the table
from me, eating ham and eggs, 2 orders of
home fries, wheat toast, black coffee with artificial
sweeteners? I wonder if he looks at me much the
same way... 35 years is a long time to be in and out
of love with someone;

oh, I have lusted after you, hated you and wanted
to be free,
all the while remembering the vow to love you until
death do us part,

...and now sitting across the table, we just share stories
and before you leave me, you start weeping and say
"I'm going to miss you."

I hug you and say, "I'll always be here".



ooga booga


the surface of the moon looked so lonesome
tonight, as if she wanted something...

Meanwhile, back on earth, the natives were
getting restless, having recently learned the
art of making fire. Dancing around the flames
licking upwards,
they started chanting in tongues unknown but
to the sparks of fire inside. Many thousands of
years later, they donned strange clothing. And
so began the ritual of burning people at stakes
for sins that were written in words heard by some
prophets (the only ones) who were given the
awesome task of listening to God speak. Now this
is where
it gets quite tricky, and hundreds of years later,
rocket ships land on the moon and man walks on
its surface, the moon is no longer so lonesome.

As the story goes, indeed unfortunately.....
the art of fire has assumed the next stage of
evolution into
explosive-makings and the moon is saddened.

Near the Red, White and Blue, the moon has
planted her own flag:

Yankee go home!