Griddle sermons

Would you like
some philosophy
with those fried eggs ?

Free advice
cascades like rivers
of fresh juice
greasy story tongs
lift crackling sausages
upon serving plates
dressed with buttered toast
jam-packed with
social commentary
a side order
of cautionary tales
dished out hot
regales
patiently gleaming forks
awaiting their reason
for being

What’s that burning smell?

Someone asks

breakfast sizzles onward
undeterred
arrival time –
indefinite.

Orb of amber sizzling-
like fried egg,
on griddle blue sky.


Peanut butter puffs
fill the air-
spotted dog reclines,
dreaming of steak.


Beaded lamp shines-
across desk, dresses
dark corners in light.

                   Purple velvet sky -                  
                 sprinkled rhinestone stars,
                  fuchsia horizon beckons.


                   Empty Koi pond, dark
                  murky water hosting only –
                       green algae.

Open up
Spill your guts
I said
with my fist
to the box
as I  smacked  
Away
I realize
scissors might
work
better