26 August 2011


Pancake 8/26

Big unblinking sun eye sizzling in a skillet

The smell of breakfast of butter and toast and bacon

The sound of birds

Morning light is direct sharp is crystal clear

Is crinkling gingham table clothes and paper plates

Now the sound of cicadas

Which is an afternoon sound

When the light is mumbling and drunk and heavy

It is piss orange

Overripe then rotting into the purple of evening

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