Grandma's Potato Pancakes

grandma's potato pancakes reminds me of my wooden tennis racket along with my three wheeler big wheel drench however many with butter and some warm, equally buttery grits and my stomach thanks me for his sleeping bag warmth and indulgence there was a time when saturday morning meant something and professional wrestling was a serious sport though physical theater merry-go-rounds were at every park and high dives were at every public pool memories and delectable delights overtake my mind with no resistance or struggle one radio station was all i needed to get through the day ten dollars filled a gas tank and arcades were everywhere poems were not in my mind but instead was within the atari 2600 of decadence the fried chicken plays a rare groove from somewhere, and i realize that i cleaned my plate