
Low…medium….hot…. I’m boiling
Danger on the stove
Smoke so thick
You can’t control it
Careful creeping close
Be forewarned of combustion
You plus me
Equals your self-destruction
As the steam hits your skin
Closer than your next of kin
Separate you by the grain
Like my name was Uncle Ben
At best just a misfit,
General run of the Mill Bisquick
Pancake, spatula
Flipped, it’s over
Ruckus on the stove
Move it to the back burner

This one made me shout for joy…your superb metaphorical talent shines show brightly, once again!! You are an awesome poet!!!
Oh wow, thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem and honored that you like my work!!