Monday, September 22, 2014

MICKEY MOUSE PANCAKES

Child of the morning—
is there none

of this—
silly strawberry 

bow tie's blithe 
joy in your heart? 
can you see

no point?—not so much as
a hint

of solidity?—even in the most
durable slice 

of golden flecked
toast laid-
out next to me?—rough hewn

and shiny crusted
and gilded in thick jam—and

hot cocoa,
powdered

sugar-dusted
marmalade—potatoes gratin!

or at least—the 
up-curled little 

quiver—of bacon

that signifies the whole
of which 
they know 

you to be capable—not to mention—

like it or not—
all 

that I ever am!