Crispy yum yum child of God

The cinnamon chicken
slid off the car roof.
Gourmet exploding.
  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.

1 comment for “Crispy yum yum child of God

  1. rodney k
    April 26, 2004 at 11:54 am

    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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