BAD BREATH POEMS

STARBUCKS EPIPHANY

I dont want to go down to the sea. I dont want to hear the sound of the ocean. I just want to sit here and sip my coffee. Im tired of all that goddamned noise. Waves crashing into the shore, sand flying everywhere, brats screaming, gulls honking like transport trucks. I just want to sit here and read my paper; Maybe watch the traffic, peep at tits in halter tops, catch a celebrity scandal.

Vancouver Tues 07/22/03