Waiting for Madeleine

If the train arrives on time. What is time
to a rail system that's always broken.
I wait on the platform for the Red Line
with some early risers of tempers thinned
because of a six-week trial - track work rhymes
with Friday morning waiting for five rings
on the clock, and welcomes pastry shop chimes.

A chocolate covered chocolate cake, shell-shaped
and peanut blessed desires consumption.
Don't mock the feeling food, those laughs escaped
from twirled spaghetti, the liver that frowns
through onions fried in ennui, streetscapes
of uncloaked madeleines attaining crowns.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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