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 swings
back and forth
on sickly things.
The shiny city
is yours tonight,
no escape
calling lights.
On climbing frames
like a monkey,
hang around
handsome junkie.
Khay
go down the slide
a cobbled road
a bumpy ride.
Devils dressed
like 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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