Breakfast Shrimp

‘Shrimp Fishing’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons)

Inspired by Forrest Gump’s shrimp-fishing adventure.

I wake up, still in fog of
sleep, and plunge
back in to oceans deep.

Sinking, floating, not
quite ready
to make the trip
deep down forever.

So reaching up, with
weary arms, I gasp for air –
consume a fish.

It’s just a shrimp, hardly
fills my toes.
I gasp, struggle, grapple
for another.

A bag of oats.
Reality kicks in.
Milk.
Micro-waves.
Sugar.

Day.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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