crack of mine morning eye glow
my vista swings broad, alpine
crater water sings turquosie, rose
are the pearly-green mountainslopes: i'm in bed
haunted by big kitchen mouth feeders
who is making the pancakes?
is anyone making the pancakes?
Is somebody making. 9am the time, 9:04am
did my dust settle? snorted maybe
tear filled love eyes wiped to hide
away the aborted baby
the boxed up thought-child
nobody is making the pancakes
oh, i am. i am making the pancakes