Someone made toast
and left the toaster on.
There was a short in the coils
angry things
burned the toast morning
after morning.
Unplug it.
Unplug it.
Turn off the lights,
lock the door.
Someone left the toaster on
and so it burned
the crumbs
so it burned the remnant
cinnamon
sugar
aweful cinnamon red.
The angry coils
the long forgotten
shreds of pop tart.
Someone left the toaster on
so it burned the stale crumbs
the lace curtains
tea cozy
kitchen all
the refrigerator burst open
sizzled
steamed in the flames.
My love is nothing like the sun,
more like an angry toaster.
Unplug it
lock the door
turn out the lights.
and left the toaster on.
There was a short in the coils
angry things
burned the toast morning
after morning.
Unplug it.
Unplug it.
Turn off the lights,
lock the door.
Someone left the toaster on
and so it burned
the crumbs
so it burned the remnant
cinnamon
sugar
aweful cinnamon red.
The angry coils
the long forgotten
shreds of pop tart.
Someone left the toaster on
so it burned the stale crumbs
the lace curtains
tea cozy
kitchen all
the refrigerator burst open
sizzled
steamed in the flames.
My love is nothing like the sun,
more like an angry toaster.
Unplug it
lock the door
turn out the lights.
Also, you have a lot of food/empty bowl images. Classical feel. My diss. was on The Golden Bowl, which made much of the emptiness of a flawed bowl. It carried the entire representational, figural burden of the main characters' marriage. It perpetually emptied itself. Henry James's idea came from some classical allusion, but I've forgotten it, and I'm too lazy to go look it up.
"The Long Moment"--I can't get that poem out of my head. I hear its lines when I'm doing my morning coffee. That's a good thing, isn't it? For the poem, anyway.