the butter and the jam
as the butter spread its body over a pancake
it covers an amount of fatty solids
a mild salty take over the freshness,
of the free ranged egg used with milk and flour.
as the seeming hot pancake roll out with the knife
and the butter covers its body as sweat
while a jolly amount of maple syrup rush over
the madness of weirdness take over,
the sweet sour jam reaches in
taking time before its too late
anticipating the salty flavour of the butter and sweet bitter syrup
mixing with its own.
the creamy freshness of butter
the fruity flavour of the jam…
how i envy them,
separate entity, goes out real smooth together.
fulfilling a promise
and not by chance mistaken.
not a minute late,
always at the right time and at the right table.
the butter and the jam.
can you be my jam?
lets take over this pancake world
before its too late for breakfast.
darkmau
malaya!
