Clouds poetry

Strange

A toothache in the back of my mouth

Popcorn doesn't like me how I like it–

Now my tooth to afraid to come near it,

I told a strange man I named lettuce once–

He laughed & said "lettuce!, did your
Mother liked lettuce?"

Amuse written on his face drunken alcohol he

Thought was making him hallucinating

Disappearing from his sight like a quick dream

That you can't see seem to recall in the morning.

"That's a disgrace!" the old woman fast forward now
Say in the shop. "A lunch bag for 10$?"

She Frowning in a unpleasant way.

._. "Uh..yes–" I tried to finish but..

She went out in a flash like she might have a
Heart attack if she stared at the company bag to long

Maybe old age caught up with her eyes and the 10$ looked like 100$ or 100,000$ or 1000,000,000$.

Maybe/I don't know.

Our boss Who bought it for a cheap price then double the amount. I think. To 10$

And how me/I was thinking how my mother would
Give me a call back in 1 minute,

And in one minute my phone rang.

-ashes poetry