Crispy yum yum child of God

The cinnamon chicken
slid off the car roof.
Gourmet exploding.
Big
messy
boom.
  Plate shards, scattered like shark teeth.
Chicken shards, scattered like chicken.
On the driveway. In the lawn.
And jeez:
what a strange fate
  for this
lightly basted
cinnamon flavored
crispy yum yum
child of God.

One thought on “Crispy yum yum child of God

  1. How’d you come up with this crispy yum yum title? Sounds like text from a Japanese tee-shirt. Really liked the fractured swing of this poem. Goodnight to crispy God children everywhere.

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