Waves crash into hourglass
Life’s a beach with sand between your toes you harp
Or life’s a bitch when you step on something sharp
Ferris wheel lights when dad carrying you on his shoulders still doesn’t meet the required height
Scoop of ice cream falling out the cone in slow motion, splat
Because my baby thought it was a upside-down head wearing a birthday hat
A child’s melting ice cream makes up the white lines in the street
Her ice cream cone the traffic cone
I kneel for my young and tell her the streets were paved with the heart of gold
To pick up the pieces I hustle man
Move my feet to the saxophone with the kazoo stuck to it
Kick a bar of gold to Kimchi
“Daddy, why did the free-range chicken cross the road?”
“To get to the other sides.”
I guess you didn’t like daddy’s raggedy ass peas?
“Everything else was hitting.”
“Did you say pass the peas like you use to do?”
I say pass the peas like we use to do.
“Whoa! Pass the peas like we use to do!”
Pinched between my thumb and my index, I grabbed the pea from the microwave and passed it to the doctor at the head of the table. Bowed mines, said grace, “God please don’t let him ask for the deviled egg too.”
Ehh, what’s up doc’?
“Honey bunny, you know it’s bad table manners to talk with food in your mouth.”
I spit the carrot pieces in her hand
“Mr. Bunny, I’m sorry, forgive me for not having a petite appetite, but if I don’t take this off your plate I take off my white coat and throw it over your body.”
My boo caught the Holy Ghost just from hearing that
“Baby, we already made our Miracle On 34th Street and she need you present in her life. I’ll support you if you get sacked from your job for needing more than 2 weeks. I don’t like football no way and the effects of being sacked. What you have in the sac won’t affect what we have in the sack.”
Then I woke up.