Sunday, January 14, 2007

Bacon



Crack of dawn and we hunt down bacon.
Three sip and stops now all been vacant.
One more try as the world is waking.
Flop in the car and stomachs are aching.
In the skillet later, strips are shaking.
TVs on while the eggs are breaking.
News reader mouths story, myth making,
The Peter Lorre of faking,
Pursuing another kind of bacon.
Eyes twinkle, but the soul is vacant.
One more try as the world is waking,
Thought we heard some news that was breaking.
Just the TV, we were mistaken.