Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Foppy and over easy


Foppy a small
Egg farmer
From a
Town too
Too far away
From here. So you can not see
With your eyes
The pain
In his, eyes
Green and seas of seeing sad
Selfish pat in
Foppy’s grey blue
Windows to the world
Holding
The egg
Over the pain, just when life stopped.

Foppy fell feeling the
Shadow that looks like a thousand
Sad, sad
Deaths at once.
Foppy saw light
Like
Like fourteen thousand football field and eighty thousand
Street lights
And “Foppy?”
Was heard through the darkness to the light
“Foppy? What kind of fucking names is that?”
the all knowing
Lord said
Thinking what was he thinking
While he over heard
Foppy’s parents name
Foppy such a horrible name
“Oh, the are just egg farmers…”
God’s audio records of
His minds thought read.
Foppy was sent back to earth
And had an over easy
Delight…

I am very happy I took the time to read this.