elm city

willow

pillow

daffodillio

me never spoke in slang of

"what's goin on yo?"

but came from that place

of one parent raised welfare phase,

where the things you ate

came on a paper plate

Velveeta cheese, dry carnation milk

please, what a squeeze that bright red box

and oh yeah - snap, crackle, and pop!

start your day right in the land of blacktop

nothin wrong with that there slang

when tryin some fun way, make-it

or break-it, to voice opinion or rage

living barely on one woman's wage

where the elm tree's willow

as the shadow of branches

reflect on my head and pillow,

dreaming of cracking blacktop sprouting daffodillio,

never say never.