No food in the house today.
I stare at the wooden furniture
Biscuit sitting on the desk.
It doesn’t look all that inviting
But it looks better all the time.
Don’t worry. I won’t eat it.
It’s not that big anyway.
Would hardly be worth the effort
Even if I soaked it in the
Coffee from yesterday.
Maybe the German bakery is open.
They don’t sell biscuits though,
Nor scones or croissants.
Maybe a hard roll with
Raspberry jam would do.
I’m putting the furniture
Biscuit in the drawer now
So I stop thinking about it.
Don’t worry. I won’t eat it.
Musings on a Wooden Breakfast
Fortress of Dissolitude 
Love the humor. Also the way you worked the object reminded me of the speculative realists of the Object-Oriented Ontological varieties – Graham Harman, Ian Bogost, Timothy Morton, and Levi R. Bryant. Worth check into if you haven’t read their works…
Either way impressive short poem… thanks!
Thanks. I will have to check out these Object Oriented people. Sounds intriguing.