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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