The Pancake Drunken Bus

This week Peter Goulding is driving the bus, and encouraging us to share tales of drunkenness or write a pancake centred poem in the style of a particular poet, or write a rondeau (fancy!). Be sure to visit him here to see what the other mischievious bus poets come up with.

I'd have loved to try and do all three, but my poetic energy levels are low, so I'll have to go with just the one. So, I give you....

A Pancake with Guts

After Charles Bukowski

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I used to come home drunk from a day losing at the horses

and sit down by the cooker while the woman made pancakes

Me and the 3 legged, one eyed dog

Sat on the linoleum, growling at each other

Listening to the sizzles getting hotter

Each flip leading to a new riot

An opening of a universe

Of shouting pancakes with no sugar, just cutting lemon

Sharper than a razor

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And while I ate

the old dog’s whines were a kind of sauce on the side

making everything taste better

while the woman went and showered

and I heard the dog’s heart sinking

to his toes