curls pinned

on my street
a toddler holds a green apple
he can't eat
because someone
knocked out his teeth.

another little boy
plays ping pong
with his glass eye.

chris is always cracked out
beyond your wildest dreams.

on my street
sophia was squished flat
by a semi truck
carrying a load
of furnished beds

cut in half.

down the way
is the marsh
where you'll melt
into a pool
of a sticky paste.

and little paul
gets his head
ripped off by little sally
and then thrown in

cut in half.

can i come
with you guys
cuz i can't go home
since we lost the ball game.


on his street
its just regurgitated guts
from the drunks too watery
to hold their corks in

then the jim reaper comes
to take their bodies
for his own.

on his street
little ralph was rolled out flat
also by a semi truck
this one
ironically carrying mats

there's that toothless kid again

and little sally
still with paul's head

i'm coming home with you
since we lost the ball game

a gaze down your street

the world
begins to twirl.