2 Poems

Memories of Yesteryear

Clothespins on my lap. All the noodles you can eat. I brought back the paper. The problem with my mind is not the kind of layering I need a blue cake and a yellow cake and a rub-on sticker album. Complete lack of stout. Grammar in the staid allegiance to chrome mistakes, gigantic allergies. I spoke to you, lead pencil, and even lied to you, it’s all for you. Bumbling ache from body part, to body part, to this: the most dismissive of aches.  You laughed, leaning back in your chair at last, and bruised your head, getting it on. Very Smartly Dressed “Very smartly dressed,” I thought, but “over-dressed,” from the vantage point of the salmon which was greasy and not at all appropriate to the sensation of falling which we corrected and referred to as vertigo, its true curse.  An inner ear infection, I gathered.  Still when I found him slumped in his store I took the opportunity to swipe a few ties from the back display case, whatever.