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.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
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.
When we lived with my parents for a few years last decade...Dad loved making Sunday breakfast.Crepes specifically.This got published in my college lit mag and it won third place in a poetic contest.
