Back on National Poetry Day for mrthursday, I posted someone else's poem. Here's mine now.

[timepiececlock]

Serial Morning

snap crackle pop
pour the milk slowly
elbows off the table
eyes over the bowl
watch over there, see
the toast is done
too dark, too black,
trying to burn my mouth bitch?
eyes back and forth
sink into the chair
don't make a sound
watch him stand
she steps back
here it comes
snap-crackle Pop