12 September, 2014


I'll scramble you
if you scramble me
Diced words and bacon fat
maybe some patience.

I'll flip it so both sides
feel and react
that smell
wakes everyone up.

You set the table
I'll bring the sauce
to keep from burning
all the toast.

Scrambled, forked, and
eaten finally, with
minced meats and careful spices
energy restores.

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