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Red Spinning Laughter, Wheels Bourbon Red

Wheels spin

Laughter Laughter

“Scooters are more fun” He says

Wheels spin

Laughter Laughter

His father sits tired and old

Bourbon in hand 4 ice cubes

To cool his tongue so he wont

Yell at us to be careful when we ride

Wheels spin

Laughter Laughter

3 bikes 1 Scooter the old kind before

Razors were ever invented

With big wheels and big handles

Unsteady and rusting

“But Scooters are more fun” he says

Wheels spin one handed Balance Balance

****

Down Down red red

And he is screaming

My knee red red

Wheels spin

“Rock in his leg” He says

Dads bourbon left on front steps

The ice melts Waste

And there’s blood on the road

On the steps on his shirt on his face on the grass

His hand is reaching

Inside red red

His knee red red

Out rock out

You have no business there

****** and ****** off

The rock leaves without saying

Goodbye or even Thank you

red red red red

****** ground and yet

He won’t cry

No tears only screams

Scooter broken

****** old thing

The wheels bent and spinning still

3 Bikes and a trip to the hospital

Wheels spin

Knees Bleed

14 Stitches

Laughter

Laughter

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eliot-greene
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Dec 24, 2013
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