The talebearer in the wasteland
pays attention to cake, its undercurrent,
the moonbeam sidewalk of batter.
The waterline (batterline) rises in the pan,
a storebought aluminum throwaway.
Cake before sunup: That’s the imperative;
even the coffeemaker understands.
Prompts: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (compound words) and NaPoWriMo (food).
6 thoughts on “Cake Before Sunup”
Cake before sunup sounds good to me! Delicious piece!
I love the imagery here.
Give me cake to start my day.. To sugurrush, to sugar rush
Yes, indeed! Especially if someone else is baking it and will bring me a slice with my morning coffee. A real treat.