Over Easy

Over-Easy

 

if I had to flip hash browns

it’d be best in a diner

better still in a late

60s diner

 

chrome counter like a mirror

and the guy with a beard

 

reading his poems

lips moving inside his head

 

is reflected like he’s

talking in water

 

crack of an egg

the yoke moving slowly along the page

 

 

i’m in some city of love

cooking to the beat

 

hear it in the music

the protests

the hopes

the chanting

the gunfire

the trips

the harmonies

the mantra

the napalm

the wah-wah

the recitals

 

listen to the beat

 

the page is turning

there waving through the water

and the man with the beard

gets up to leave

 

and i am ready to flip

it

over easy

 

 

Mike Ferguson
Illustration Nick Victor


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2 Responses to Over Easy

  1. Jackie Moore says:

    This is such a lovely poem, clever, deep and deceptive. The feel of the sixties is firm – how do you remember your teens so well, wild boy? The love chants, the beat, the alternating insidious reminders of ever-present war. The image of cooking/writing works well: egg/poem. But there is a certain ambiguity in the image of the water which wipes all things away, yet simultaneously carries things forward. Are its depths an image of the depths of the mind? This poem is cleverly framed by the bearded man reading it silently to himself, but also to us. That’s you, isn’t it? Overall, there’s a certain reassurance of cycles returning, yet this brings bad things as well as good. But the poetic voice survives and oversees all.

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