Morning Sizzle

Fried rice is the morning's metaphor
Kitchen potpourri, left over from 
Previous carbohydrate bliss

Add oil and more salt and worship
Whichever eggs and vegetables
Can take the heat and stay

It's a dry fire
On a metal pyre 
Ready to make a meal
As frazzled as the mind

Fast breaks when dawn aches
As a memorial to rising suns
The shine can't come off
When it's a full forever
Before going down again

Empty out before
So that your tubes fill again
A good day's sleep
Remains ready for another night