we're so used by being used
how long do we need to bleed
it's just happening all over and over
we always come back to this
like we never learned a thing
I know you know how this feels
played by somebody's hands
tortured by their schemes and playtimes

School kids are playful, there laughter is stunning.  Always jumping, always running.  School kids don't worry, I'll pick you up at 4:30, have fun till then because playtimes almost done.  Recess and homework don't mix at the most.  You can't blaim it on dog much longer.  But the school bell keeps ringing school kids keep playing.  Who's to show them whats right and wrong just yet.  They'll know for themselves in just a short while.  One day they'll grow up not knowing that it will show up, knocking at their door, knocking and waiting.  But school kids don't worry I'll pick you up at 4:30, good times and memories won't stay the same, iam sorry to say, we all have to grow up one day.

Moved around a lot
-Cockle-jocked kid
plastic with newness
Trailers dusty
roses blousy with thorns and white
pecked leaves mottled.
Resist these yards’ allure
avoid the
crackers’ friendly waves
Pedal to the Haven
piles of fill, construction
reduced tombs of left over
concrete
bricks mounds of playtimes
trenches in which to ****
off.
Trenches in which
mosquito larvae swim
skeezle-legged and
willow branches are
whips
pieces of drywall
soaked grenades and
wooden
are the guns.  
Summer haircut flat nest of
stubble
face and scalp burnt.   Enough
pieces of bikes to Frankenstein
one fine ride.
From the top of the hill
mawed youth
rumbles down to barrel
roll crescendo’d
stops.  Let the
good
times.
Close out the day draw its
petty dread adrenalined
Panting cuz you are
late and he said
six.
Sectioned eight
pink stucco flakes and
sweetened lead.
Tatty shades
shriven.
He’s a tar cracked heel
small white dot
white
blink
blot
thinks about a
lot, these yards
landscapes drifted, curled with
feet to face, conserve his
heat.

i have a little budgie he goes tweet tweet tweet
i keep him in a cage that has swinging seat
he has a little mirror. hanging on the side
along his wooden perch he just loves to slide

jumps on to his ladder. climbs up to the top
then  he takes a rest and as a little stop
when his playtimes over in his nest he goes
time for the little budgie to take his little doze

i got a myself a kitten to keep me company
he his very playful likes to play with me
like to chase a ball all along the floor
flicks it everywhere stops it with his paw

he tries catching flies on the window sill
always up to something he his never still
then when he gets tired takes a rest and then
wakes again once more  then off he goes again

when his playtimes over sits upon my knee
lays down on my lap to keep me company
as i stroke his fur his eyes begin to close
in to slumberland the little cat he goes

i can here him purring happy as can be
he is my best friend and he belongs to me

waiting for the day
of
the ultimate lay
to destroy all the other kids
who made fun like conversation before the battle of Zama
duck and cover
and run
to your mother
some waves crash pretty **** hard and others seem to do their part patience patience
mister mister
we will say the human race
now we will say the human race plus mister manly man right here stuck to
my ******* shoe
stuck to
the old days
the old ways
you are a
pathetic little man
i’ll spit you out like all the rest your hench men
or better still i’ll woo ya wife
will rest assured
If it’s
a **** off
that you want
if it’s nuke’s you wish to com
pare
i’ll take you back to kiddy school
and see what all the bright minds think of mr manly man
show and tell
you’re just the same
a de
fected membrane
playtimes over mister mister
time to face the facts:
you can’t destroy a ******* thing you can’t win the human race you’ll break a wall and see yourself you’ll never love a human soul
you might not have the biggest **** but the biggest **** is you
and now it doesn’t seem so great:
your ***** desires
when no one will have you!
the alarms keep ******* ringing
and i’m still ******* laughing
am i wrong
or is it not conversation we all want not conversation
like our own
not conversation
on a phone
but down here we just want to talk
human to human
am i wrong
or is it not the time to **** **** up
nothing ain’t worth ****
without something
to get us out of bed and meet the dead
this ******* alarm
and this blessed smile
keeping us tucked
so now just over the fence you might see the bobble of a walking hat those who are tall and
handsome
are worth nothing still
without a gun in their hand
or a trick in their hat
they are worth nothing still
if they lie dead on the bed all red if they lie dead on the bed all red
cut off his arms and stick a needle in his eye on the left
let him watch with the other
watch time unfold forever
keep him in a box with a peeping hole take him on your trips

fly western commercial and drop him off let them feed off him like lenin
busted bust
and broken treads
you’ll leave him and return always
duck and cover
there’s no fun and games tonight tonight
i wish to die
by
your
hand
duck and cover
i’m sure there’s just enough balance
to keep us the occupiers occupied
duck and cover
what’s wrong with a clenched fist strong smashing deep
and hard
into your
raised
cheekbones
just for you
to hit me back
you ***** ***** *******
i love you
rest assured we will
come for you
and threaten you with peace of mind

time
to
adjust time
to
make it
time
to
act like Joan of Arc it’s enough for time to pass
time to sell all my belongings time to **** mister mister

i have little tabby a funny as can be
always in to mischief as naughty cat is he
tries to catch the flies on the window sill
always on the go never ever still

jumping on the worktops when i start to bake
then when im not looking tries to steal a cake
tabby thinks its funny he just runs away
his life his full of fun all he does his play

when his playtimes over  his loving way will show
climbs upon my knee of to sleep will go
happy and content he begins to purr
dreaming of his fun as i stroke his fur