Today's Poem: "You May Not Write the Sweetness Upon Imitation Formica"

 
There are no poetry rule books

that say "You may not write

the sweetness of sharing a

breakfast platter with Samuel

at Burger King; black against

the turquoise-blue

imitation formica table with

dried up gum pressed

furtively on its underside."

Listen as Stevie Wonder sings

muzak that "sounds hip hoppish"

says the nine-and-a-half year old

happily devouring conveyer belt pancakes

while Mommy writes it all down

She carefully documents the

circles of compressed potatoes

masquerading as Hashed Browns

The dried up bisquit and peppery

sausage patty soon-to-be made

into a Sam-of-a-kind sandwhich

"Numero Ocho" from the

counter microphone

A pregnant teen's belly

reminds me of Bethlehem

here in Bakersfield when on

Christmas Eve morning I am grateful

there is no poetry rules book that says

"You can't write that."

 
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Comments

[Susan]

I LOVE this poem. I love the thought, the picture of you and Sam together and separate. Sam in his "Samness",creating with his food... you in your "Julieness", creating with you pen.