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
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