I’ve been trying to think

of an opening to start this

poem, but all I can think of

right now, is my grandfather

and how he used to mix

& match consonants when

he said things to lighten

the mood in the Omni,

we would all laugh and

recombine syntax while

on our way to Weeks for

some English muffins and

chocolate milk, you could say

we looked like a bunch of

hoodlums that had just

robbed a Citizens bank.