a new poem

this one is for the one
who could not wait
for my next one
to be done.

i hope you are also a fan
of how raw dough tastes,
straight from the stir.

myself, i like waiting
for that fresh one
when it’s really ready
to be torn apart,
buttered up,
and set in a mouth;
a poem so warm,
it melts its
own metaphors.

written on 04/11/2014 by: Matt Kane