Trees and Pancake Mix

There I stood;

Alone in the alley without a hood.

Looking for lost; lonely,

Pancake mix at any cost.

Wherefore, whence and up the tree thence;

Skirt ripping and wig off-falling,

Up the ladder of its withered branches

I’ll forever ascend.

Trees and pancake mix are all I

Have left. Stirring the mix;

Breakfast is the best.

Heretofore, subdural hematoma, subpoena

With a servant-girl named Gina.

Powder-bowl, water-added, liquefy!

Looking up, descending from a syrup sky.

Transient tremor, twiggle-tot sticks.

Feel my pain!

There I lay, trees and pancake mix,

As they say…