Sizzle and Fry
poem
Gratian Summerland
Sizzle and fry. I won't lie.
The cement sings an alien tune,
the sounds are colors neon.
The Blob! The Blob! we have to hide,
when Jesus glows he makes me cry.
Alarm clocks laugh and send me running,
through the snow without my shoes.
A man with legs like a spider creeps,
towards me and offers a ride.
A gnome invites me to his home,
and his wife is the bearded lady.
He gives me a trinket from a gumball machine,
and says "you need a co-pilot".
Chicken eggs fall from a ship in a sky,
that cannot decide its color.
And I never once ever wonder why,
I just fall to the ground and sizzle and fry.
Sizzle and Fry COPYRIGHT 2006 Gratian Summerland.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
04/14/06
