05-07-2017, 05:54 AM
Love and coffee, joy and alcohol;
ham, disaster, donuts, and ennui.
Scrambled words and eggs, its wherewithal;
just stick it with a fork, it's poetry.
Just take a fork and give a little prick
then wait and watch the liquid fat flow forth
until it stops - then, with the egg flip, stick
it on the page, and call it verse, henceforth.
(a poem is a sausage, after all)
ham, disaster, donuts, and ennui.
Scrambled words and eggs, its wherewithal;
just stick it with a fork, it's poetry.
Just take a fork and give a little prick
then wait and watch the liquid fat flow forth
until it stops - then, with the egg flip, stick
it on the page, and call it verse, henceforth.
(a poem is a sausage, after all)