Milkcrate

standing on a milkcrate
staring at the boxed cake
baskets hang the ceilings
sporadic misdealings
angry old man fights
Semolina Twist- not sliced!
"Last one, sir"
Grunt, scoffs "Failure"
Gone, back Nora's on
singin' me my soothing song
"sunrise, sunrise looks like
morning in your eyes."
I'm back atop my milkcrate