Poetry

And Please Don’t Forget Something Strong

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I write these words
On the back of a crumpled
And long discarded plain
paper grocery bag . . .

The next time
you are at the store
pick up a dozen
poems or more

A quart of ilk,
or better still
a pint of dream
fancy free.

A loaf of dread,
fear nought, preferred
with happy seeds
twelve grain.

And something sweet
utterly fault free
to spread over the dread
and make it palatable

Oh . . . please don’t forget
something strong
to unclog the brain
and feed the mind