Eggs

Poem By Frank Bana

A cigarette end was thrown from a car window
It smouldered brightly in the road
Another car sped past giving an aura of headlight
Stealing it from the hands of the night
The butt showered orange specks around the lane
One landed on my shirt and tried to burn.
I do not smoke
I do not drive a car
Cracked eggs lay slimy on the pavement
I eat eggs.

Comments about Eggs

i'm not sure how the eggs ended up all over the road. did the driver of the egg truck swerve to miss the cigarette butt? Jake


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