Crispy yum yum child of God

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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.

Three things I noticed today

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  1. I am a monkey what likes to learn.
  2. I know this sounds whacky, but keeping a semi-regular journal, which I’ve started doing these last few months, seems to kinda maybe sorta be improving my long term memory in strange and spooky ways.
  3. Coming up with a decent joke that uses the phrase “long term mammary” at 11:48 pm on a Monday night, is much harder than you might think. In fact, it’s impossible.

Cat-pinned

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Cat-pinned
warm butterfly
me beneath the blanket
with my warm beneath the blanket
in my crook
she's a tack
pinned me down
till I flutter flutter
stop.

she stays warm
I can't move
she don't care.

and I stop.