urgent crumbs

a sense of urgency nudges me to write words
string a whole set of wooden worded beads together

in the toaster
in the drawer where no one goes
crumbs

i see a portrait painting in browns of frieda and vincent
he and she preferring the sun

little piano songs
under the piano sound different
dancing in a deafway full of body and vibration

not knowing

drinking dregs of tea leaves

stepping on the crumbs

one day real soon
i'm gonna bake a cake
yep
chocolate and gooey
no crumbs

slabs

delicious thick slabs of the stuff
i will have you all to tea
and cake
dark
like the black forest only up north
dim
with filtered light