Sunday, July 18, 2010

syrup


i make pancakes
in my coffee cup
the steam dances
like crazy ghosts

outside an american mother
scolds an american son
but i keep flipping the cakes
above the blue flame

it is funner
to hold a spatula
than a gun

i eat with my boys
and it tastes the best
it must be the green oil

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