i crack two eggs onto a hot pan
the opaque texture turns into different shades of white
if that is even possible.

i throw my change into the paper cup,
sipping on today's means of earning
some pocket money.

rent and other obligations
halt new acquisitions and planned expeditions
and trap me in my own living room on friday nights.

i'm almost out of popcorn breakfast
sweat by the fan in silence
and wait for inspiration to shock me

and get me the hell out of here.