Bombs and Pastries

I awaken at 3 p.m.
to the sound of low-flying fighter jets doing drills

make a cup of Jewel-brand coffee and turn on the T.V.

A talking doughnut is singing a ragtime song
about being a servant of the lord
while 11-year-old kids
with their jeans pulled up to their belly buttons
and white t-shirts tucked in dance along

I go back to bed

nothing’s changed

© 2008 Lee Kitzis