Saturday, April 16, 2011

You can't reach enlightenment without breaking a few eggs

Face lit by the flames of burning bridges, I've put all my eggs in the handbasket I'm going to hell in. And the road there is paved with eggshells and intentions, leading to that ultimate omelet, perfect in its scrambledness, rising shining sunny side up over the bright-eyed horizon. The yolk's on me, and like yellow I run: Chicken. Fear and cholesterol.


  1. Interesting that you have both end of life (hell) and beginning of life (egg) symbols here. Though, on second thought, in most of the cases the egg in no longer whole.
    I like the mixing and twisting of phrases.

  2. Oh, and most of all I like the title.