JUST ANOTHER BIG-GAME BREAKFAST    (II)  (Breakfast at the 'Coast Inn' - ( a.k.a. - 'The Boom-Boom Room'; 19

 
beneath invisible microscopes  
neurotic  red eyes feel  
as fried eggs silently spill  
in a roomful of  
post sleepless nights  
where last nights  
hopeful intentions  
suggestive poses  
and drunken stares  
have now returned to pursue  
some morning after social vigil  
freshly washed  
though somewhat  
still haggard            
hangovers from last night  
now gather together  
again this morning  
to hazard this new day here  
in cross eyed attendance  
of this unspoken morning report            
where i too am here  
just as i was  
late last night  
hung over here now as well  
seeking my own  
partial resurrection  
in this local rituals  
weekend morning after          
popular breakfast spot  
while patiently awaiting  
my waitress to come take my order  
i begin my morning  
and bide my time  
by mostly pretending to read  
the morning paper  
even after my breakfast arrives  
while actually  in truth  
simultaneously  
discreetly and covertly eves dropping  
in on scattered fragments  
of random conversations  
peripherally going on  
everywhere here all around me  
while catching little eye games  
of hide and seek  
amongst whispers of  
who went home  
with who last night  
and who did not at all  
alone myself  
feeling slightly lost  
here in the dense foliage  
of everyones coffee talk  
i suavely select marmalade  
for my toast  
while casually trying to blend in  
with a large plant in the corner  
beside me  
when suddenly  
a stale  morning after  
drag queen  waitress  
squirms by  
with hips a wiggle  
and wrists a sway  
as she hisses at me  
in her campy passing  
eat  you savage  
momentarily breaking me  
out of my trance like spell  
though still in a slightly  
hungover  cloudy stupor  
foiling my previous subtle cover  
as a discreet  incognito  
neutral observer  
and make believe secret reporter  
when suddenly  
all eyes are upon me  
here in this gossipy room  
where all i can hear  
in its currents of whispers  
are slithering elongations  
of lisping esses  
amid the screeching  
background sounds  
which sound like  
fingernails drug across  
chalkboard like  
ear piercing scrapings  
from forks against plates  
and the staccato clinking  
of cups and glasses  
where all i can smell  
in the air hanging everywhere  
here around me  
aside from the warm  comforting  
nostalgic  sobering aroma  
of fresh cooked eggs  
bacon  toast and freshly brewed coffee  
is the stagnant stench  
of last nights cigarette smoke  
still stubbornly hanging  
thick in the air  
like an unseen  
precancerous ghost  
yet  where still here even now  
quick eye glances  
cruisy and judging  
dart slyly and telling  
from table to table  
from patron to patron  
from patrons to waiters  
and back from waiters  
to patrons again  
for so early in the morning  
i m still somewhat taken aback
and surprised to discover  
that it s still such a cruisy  
public scene in here  
then realizing my hangovers  
not getting much better  
i decide it s time  
for me to leave  
noting in my final assessment  
that for those who didnt  
get enough of this last night  
then this definitely  
looks like  
the place to be  
but if youre in the mood  
for a nice  quiet breakfast  
then don t even come in  
and take a seat  
for despite it s apparent popularity  
as the hottest place to go to eat  
on saturday and sunday  
weekend mornings  
here in laguna beach  
it s obvious to me now  
that the real special of the day here  
isn t even on the menu  
just take a good long look  
and sniff around  
and soon enough you ll see  
that in truth it s really  
not much more than just another  
typically hung over  
somewhat seedy  
sunday morning after  
desperately insatiable  
big game breakfast  
especially for all those  
still hungry hunters  
who ended up going home  
empty handed  
and alone  
from their futile quests last night  
who ve returned here  
now again today  
in hopes of having  
some better stroke of potential luck  
while eating their breakfast  
at possibly finding  
someone else there  
like themselves  
whom they can get to go  
back home with them  
like take out without the box  
in hopes of somehow compensating  
their previously unsuccessful  
apparent lack  
of such success  
from the prior night before  
but even then  
even if they should score  
the simple fact remains the same  
no matter how you shake it  
it s still nonetheless  
just another  
big game breakfast  
all the  
same