Khay
hold the ball
pump it up
watch it fall.
Take a bus
to the park,
score by the paddling pool
feed the shark.
Khay
sit on those swings
back and forth
on sickly things.
This shiny city
yours tonight,
no escape
the beckoning light.
On climbing frames
like hungry monkeys,
hang out
handsome junkie.
Khay
go down the slide,
a cobbled road
a septic ride.
Devils dressed
as Santa Clauses
feeding addicts
spastic pauses.
Frozen mouths
too tired to bark,
Khay lay down
in Sunburnt Park...
@Steven Francis poems 1998
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