saturday morning poem while going downhill
saturday morning pillow case
i used it for the first time at age adult
i remember when i had a life sentence every saturday morning
you could not peel my eyes away from that terrific tube of wonderfulness
saturday morning retro blanket
i used it for the first time on the day of my first grey hair
i remember when i had an organizer in my brain especially for saturday morning
you had to literally hit me in the head with a back brain mallet to bring me back to reality
saturday morning orange kool aid alarm clock
i used it for the first time on my first day of re-realization
i remember when on a saturday morning, time did not matter and had no adequate definition
you could not get me past saturday morning even with the electric eel rod of Monday's inevitable reminder of its unfortunate return....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2017
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