And Please Don’t Forget Something Strong

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