A social site for poets in Sydney.
what it is -
the International House of Pancakes
on Okeechobee, you know the one
I'm pouring percolated coffee from a rose gold holder
you know how it's done
I'm trying to pull something slick,
something bigger than my little line of sight
I bow to my cup, take a sip, I smile -
my prayers last night
promising promises I already promised
chicken and waffles, I take a bite
waiting for you to come back, I been waiting
but I say to you anyway,
"you know I was joking right?"