The Great Midnight Flapjack

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(look down):

like rotten pancakes

these white mushrooms

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wither, sizzling

on green flames kindled

by porchlight.

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(look up):

The Great Midnight Flapjack

smothered with slabs of cloud-butter,

drenched in sky-syrup

— not long now

‘til those starved stars start

to nibble at its edges, soon all gone,

and the next hotcake

flops onto the cast-iron sky.

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