vanilla ice cream and
the tic tacs
Andrew gave me tasted unexpectedly
nice on the day Heidi came to take
care
of my healing up old
bones see when
the people paid to do it stop you stop too
all your gumption dried caked chipped as a cup
it takes that friendly
fire richocheting
about the lounge across the tops
of boxes furniture through the open doors
and sheds the tic tacs
spring out
live and fresh
wakening my rip van winkle heart
I think the tim tams deserve one too
ReplyDeleteand this will lead to gaiety
maybe just a Gaytime
Deleteor just divine
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oh the wonderment of Aldi...the glass jars of skinless franks
Deletelove it
ReplyDeleteI had to start back dear Robbie
DeleteI knew that Winckle guy was wripped
ReplyDeleteotherwise never would have slept so long
I never thought I would see gumption in a poem, Kerry, such wondrous substance, and here it is. I so enjoyed this poem.
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