The way we made play
from industry 
tube from a tractor tyre lashed under a door 
made a raft for the creek, 
slingshots sliced from the rinds 
of those same guts of tyres,
billy cart knocked up from a fruit case
swivel crucifix and pram 
to get you rolling on another  
childhood nostalgia jag 
of making your own fun with 
a bit of help from bungers and slug guns … 
All those joyous ways to get hurt.
But I’m not speeding down 
that sheer suicide concrete driveway 
into the lack of traffic today, 
no siree, nor will you catch me 
skipping through bindies 
and sprinklers and patches of 
maudlin mustard gassed lawn, 
dead grass covered by a tarp too long … 
 
climbed up on top
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we were kings of the castle there
ok, I'll be the dirty rascal
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