Sunday Breakfast

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.

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