02-14-2010, 02:25 AM
I-
Like my eggs
Fried in sky,
Broken on
Mountains, or
Nail-tipped Horizons
And spread
On an azure Pan,
Buttered with clouds.
I-
Like to watch
The yellow yoke,
Ascend the Atlantic
Stopping, then
Plopping down
Onto my plate,
Quiet and cool.
The blinking planes
And sailing ships
Are sweet, but
Nothing beats
The meals
Of the east.
Feels a little rushed, but...any comments?
Like my eggs
Fried in sky,
Broken on
Mountains, or
Nail-tipped Horizons
And spread
On an azure Pan,
Buttered with clouds.
I-
Like to watch
The yellow yoke,
Ascend the Atlantic
Stopping, then
Plopping down
Onto my plate,
Quiet and cool.
The blinking planes
And sailing ships
Are sweet, but
Nothing beats
The meals
Of the east.
Feels a little rushed, but...any comments?
"To risk is to lose your footing. To avoid risk is to lose yourself"
-Soren Kierkegaard
-Soren Kierkegaard