eggs

a pound of bacon
for five bucks,

and the cashier tells me
"have a nice afternoon,"

and I think to myself,
"How? Your fucking bacon
cost me five bucks. I won't
be able to have a nice
afternoon for months"

and I didn't even buy
any fucking eggs

you see that little tiny speck of light,
way up there?

squint, if you have to,
I don't care
yeah, you see it,

dude, that's the bottom

and this little wonder here,
it's my pistol

I think I'm goin' back
for eggs.



October 11, 2009, from the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.